peru part 3

after the taxi-adventure and the discussion with my boyfriend, it was time to go to the wedding. i guess it's obvious that i can't wear high heels. that's just a fact. and it was cold. also in the church on plaza arma. normally i'm not very fond of catholic churches and this wasn't an exception. we met with my boyfriend's family outside. and then the awkward moment where i totally feel forever alone, walking in the church concentrating not to fall because of the shoes. or dress. and without noticing that someone was filming. ha ha.

i just jump over the entrance of the groom and bride and ceremony, i assume that people know how this works and that it really feels like forever. and on our way out i make another mistake. i will make it clear that the last time i was participating at a wedding i was 6 years old. and no one had told me there actually the family had to walk out of the church in a specific way. luckily they didn't film this.

well, the party took place in a huge garden, owned by an old man with his peruvian paso-horses. an adorable place if it wasn't because of it was cold sitting outside for about an hour watching this horse show, with a dress and high heels, sinking into the grass. and the worse... i was so hungry. so, i'm very fuzzy when it comes to food, and i didn't like the menu at all. but it was ok. i had a blast anyway, and it was an adorable wedding. the bride looked amazing. and i'm able to accept that i was quiet unsatisfied with the most of the things. that it wasn't my wedding. i just know what i absolutely wouldn't do at mine. the music. ahh... i hated the music. and dancing? i do not dance and when i'm doing i'll do it when i'm totally wasted. which i wasn't here. actually people looked at me like i was crazy because i didn't drink any alcohol. i'm totally fuzzy about that too.
so people in latinamerica are totally conchuda. in less than two hours almost all the alcholic drinks were gone.
oh, about dancing. i had to dance with my sister-in-law's husband. awkward. but worth doing, trying to be a part of the family. i'm also on the family-wedding-portrait. awesome. and then dancing like a loco until 4 in the morning. with la hora loca. it was brilliant. some people dressed like incas i guess? or i don't know what exactly they were trying to look like though. but they gave us masks and hats. if you've seen walt disney's "the emperor's new groove" you'll know what i mean.
and just keep dancing. to unknown music. unknown rythms. and with unknown people.

the cake by the way, so adorable!

and then it "finally" finished at 4 in the morning. i was ready to cut off my feet. just saying. off to bed.


related post(s):
peru part 1
peru part 2

chan chan & la huaca del sol y la luna

well, i don't want to be that pessimistic. so here i just give up something that actually has been the best part. i find the old indian cultures such as the incas and the mayas very fascinating. but since i wasn't in cuzco nor mexico, i went to chan chan & la huaca del sol y la luna. sorry for the photo quality, i still have a digital camera.

related post(s):
peru part 2
peru part 1

out of barcelona

in the summer, or rather a week after i moved to spain, my boyfriend and i went with some of his friends to salou. salou is a small party-town in  the region tarragona in catalonia. so, for a couple of days, just enjoying the summer out of town. with a couple who has some seriuos communication problems and their 2 year old son (imagine) and another friend, who has some serious alcohol issues.

but somehow i think it was horrible because i has just moved to spain. and i was not really ready to start up any social life just yet. to be honest i don't remember much from the trip, but to resume it, it would look something like this:

buy a new (too small) bikini. find out that i'd forgot my money back in barcelona. the only one who didn't drink anything alcoholic. choking in water.

peru part 2

so, after those ten hours in a smelly bus from lima we finally reached our destination, trujillo. i thought things would get a bit better. but no. i'm not that kind of person who takes a shower in cold water. or share a one-man's bed. i like my personal space when i'm sleeping. and also when it comes to the toilet. or rather especially  when it comes to that. the room we borrowed from a former neighbour of my boyfriend's family hadn't put a door to the room's toilet.

we slept one week with one pillow in a small bed. showered in cold water. the weather is warm, they said. but not really, after my opinion. but guess what? things didn't stop here either. well, my "dearest" mother-in-law was not very dear on that trip. i do thank her for the beautiful dress she bought me for the wedding of my sister-in-law.

this week i tried food i've never imagined that i ever would eat. like never. ever. have you ever tried to eat a hamster? no? you should try it. it's very typical for latinamerica. more typical for peru is the dish "ceviche". fish and onions. in a way you've never imagined. we spent some time with my sister-in-law's french, fine family. the moment when i find out the brother of my sister-in-law's husband has been starring at my breasts the whole time.
 but nice people. they've only confirmed my theory about french people speaking english. i don't know if it's just me who have some prejudices about french people?

anyway. the wedding day arrived. people stressed around like chickens losing their head. i was tired and constantly hungry. and that means bad mood. i discussed all morning with my mother-in-law about how to do my hair. so we finally made a decision to go to a hair salon. to my regret. i would rather have been going to the wedding with a homemade ponytail than to experience what happened in that hair salon. i swear i could have died of embarrassment that afternoon. like my heart was pumping like it wanted to get out of my chest.
i was right. it took them about an hour and a half to make me an updo. my mother-in-law claimed that it would take no more than 20 minutes. then the bride calls her mother (my mother-in-law) and says that the groom has gone. where she doesn't know. she said something like, he had felt sick in the morning. of course. just take a sleeping pill. and forget about the world. the bride thinks he is still at the hotel. what to do? the brides asks for her brother (my boyfriend). but he is not able to go to look for the groom. he is somewhere, in a bar with a friend. having a beer. so of course my mother-in-law sends me. just a young, white, european girl, who is in latinamerica for the first time. after a bit screaming in the hair salon, she said to a young, unknown dude that he had to go with me. in a taxi. you know, it can be pretty dangerous with a taxi-adventure. and i was so embaressed. i could die. so after laughing a bit about how stupid, and thoughtless my mother-in-law is, i found out that the dude didn't even know that well trujillo.
 the worse thing? the groom had left the hotel when i came. i was angry and embaressed. i didn't know what to do with myself, and found it hard to gather my thoughts. and when i came back, my mother-in-law went just after 5 minutes. i went back alone. or rather ran. i must comment that i was herassed on the way.

so. i arrived home to where we were staying. and then my anger just bursted out. screaming and crying. i feel a bit bad of what my boyfriend must have been going through with me. haha. the rest of the night and the next couple of days i did not even speak with my mother-in-law

related post(s):
peru part 1

day 1: two weeks left

well, my stay in barcelona, spain, is pretty much over. two weeks left. and i feel that i've been on a long; maybe a bit too long vacation. i didn't succeed in what i intended to do in spain. i must acknowledge. and i guess that 7 months have been a bit too short, but i need to start over somehow back "home". my boyfriend is about to leave, to go to peru. so we decided to have, what most people say is impossible, a relationship, despite the distance. but we're kind of used to do that. the fact that we had all odds against us. i'm referring to the internet. i hope that i'll be able to go to peru to visit him, and that this time my travel to peru won't be a disaster like when we were going to his sister's wedding. story for another day.

i am going to be completely honest here. there are some things that i'll be missing about spain. and something i absolutely won't be missing at all. such as the apartment where i live and my mother-in-law whom i'm living with. i absolutely don't recommend it.

so many things have happend the past 7 months. just spending the next couple of posts on the blog remembering what actually did happen. a dream came true.

and next week we have visit from france. everything's going to be pretty awesome less the part were we all are going to watch the video from my sister-in-law's wedding. if anyone knows how embarrassing it really feels to see yourself like that. totally awkward when you are amongst someone, about 200 persons you haven't seen before, far from the european standards.

flouret in barcelona

so, i arrived to barcelona, spain in the end of july. more specific the 27th of july 2012. so many expectations for the summer. and i must say that it has actually been the best summer i've ever had. i did not have many worries, going to the beach everyday. spend every penny i had with the stupid intention to get a job. as many may already know, there is something called crisis in spain. for me it was pretty much a pain in the ass to go to interviews. and totally terrified by speaking spanish. ha.

to be honest i cried about for this for about a week. if someone else has been living/are livinig abroad they will probably agree that it can be pretty intimidating to start speak a foreign language. i was about to regret that i ever went to spain. so after a lot, no TOO much tv, i finally found my way to open my mouth and, well, just speak.

an adventure was awaiting me, with tapas, sol, siesta and playa... or so i thought.