Howdy all,
It's our last weekend here in Urubamba, and we'll be shipping off for the states on Wednesday afternoon. Before I get back to the land of free, I have a lot left to accomplish and even more to reflect on. Excuse me for getting sentimental, but it's going to be a bummer to leave the comfort of Dulia and Allison's family that I've grown to love and contribute to. I don't know if it was the time Dave and I stayed up late playing cards with Dulia's 7 year-old daughter or the time I went to outdoor mass with my animated uncle Andres, but I can confidently say that I've done my best to give back to the family that has housed me for the past 8 weeks.
I was looking through David Chou's (fellow Dukie and co-teacher) photos, and I couldn't help but pull out a few memorable moments from my trip to recount for my family, friends, followers, and covert creepers.
So here's to the DukeEngage program in Peru and the university's commitment to giving students the opportunity to really get out of the Durham bubble and explore what's out there. Whenever I think about getting out of my comfort zone I always revert to a quote by the bro king and judicial animal of the early 20th century, Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr. He once said, "Once the mind has been stretched by a new idea, it will never return to its original size." So here's to stretching out the dome while eating some arroz con pollo along the way.
I guess I’ll just ramble on about these photos I picked out because it’s the most logical way to sum up my experience without bringing all of y’all to La Escuela 711 or El Instituto de Lasalle in Urubamba. Here goes!
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A picture of La Plaza de Armas in Cusco on the first night of our trip. Alas, say goodbye to the city of Inca Kola. |
We started our trip out in Cusco, capital of the Incan empire, for a couple of days, getting to know the city by means of exploring its incredible ruins, delicious food, and ridiculous night life. Never before have I been given coupons for free drinks at a bar just because I was a gringo. Let’s call it Andean Affirmative Action.
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This one goes out to Mike Shagi. I always imagined this is where the name originated. |
Moving on, after our short time in Cusco, the 11 kids living in Urubamba headed out into the Sacred Valley to meet our host families, while the 9 living in Cusco got accustomed to the Peruvian city life.
The first thing that struck me about Urubamba was the awe-inspiring presence of the mountains in every directions and the clarity of the skies at night. Here are some pictures of my hometown for a couple months!
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View from a peak at sunset. |
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Street view in Uru. |
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Full moon in the Sacred Valley. |
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Night sky over our small town. Comparable to the sky in Eleuthera at the Island School. |
I fell in love with the lifestyle in Urubamba quickly, largely due to my incredible host family. Dave Balthazar, a junior at Duke, and I lived in a house on La Calle Ferrocarril with our mom Dulia and her 7 year old daughter, Allison.
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My roommate Dave, the dog whisperer. |
I got down to business right away teaching English at La Escuela 711 and working at an organic farm on the river in Urubamba. Here’s a picture of the kids playing at recess and next, a picture of some tomato plants in our greenhouse.
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A view of our school from the balcony. |
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Rows on rows of tomatoes. |
Our work schedule, which consisted of 9 hours of teaching a week at the school, 8 hours of work on the farm, one morning a week selling our produce in the market, and countless nights in the office planning out lessons in order to minimize the chance of getting playdough thrown at me in class!
Here are a couple shots of breaks from work with our farm supervisor, Ameriko! The first one is a picture of us messing around with the monkey at the Urubamba circus, and the second is a picture of my cleaning up some fish at the trout farm in Pumawanca.
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Ameriko shaking hands with the monkey. |
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Filleting some fresh trout. |
We had a few amazing distractions from the daily grind in the form of ruins tours, hikes, and religious festivals. First up, we had our hike to the Chicon Glacier, a snow capped peak over 16,000 feet above sea level.
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Charging through a jungle microclima in Chicon. |
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Our first view of snow. |
We made camp and continued to shiver our assses off until sunrise in the 20 degree weather. Glad that night’s behind us!
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Making friends. |
Next up, we had the festival de Torrechayoc, a religious festival in Urubamba, in which many of our host relatives danced in traditional comstumes. That night, the 30-person dance group came back to Dulia’s house to sing, dance, and drink until 4 in the morning. It got real weird, real quick, but nevertheless, a great time.
After Torrechayoc, the next big adventure was to Machu Picchu. I had the opportunity to do a three day biking and hiking trip to the Incan city with my mom and sister! They came all the way from the 203 to join me in Peru for a week. And what it week it was. While I was on the trip with my mom and sister, a bunch of the Duke kids did the famous Salkantay Trail to Machu Picchu. The trail is a grueling 5 day trek through the hilliest sections of the Cusco region. Here’s a picture of a glacier on their way.
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Machu Picchu with Huayna Picchu in the background. |
Machu Picchu was truly epic, and I returned home to Urubamba with a renewed hop in my step knowing that I trounced on the same turf as my imaginary Incan friend, Papa Llama, 500 years before.
After Machu Picchu, we travelled to Cusco for the Inti Raymi festival, the second biggest festival in South America held every year on the Winter solstice.
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Casual group of soldiers with rifles. |
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Bands of fans filling up the stands at Saqsaywaman. |
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Hoisting up the chief. |
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Shot from afar. |
In the end, it’s safe to say that this trip has been incredible for me because of the boondoggles I’ve embarked on and the relationships I’ve made with my fellow Duke students and our community partners. Thanks again to Duke University for giving me the chance to live in South America for the summer on their dime!
That being said, I’ve missed some of the benefits of being home in Wilton for the summer, and it should be an awesome six weeks with family and friends in Connecticut. Before I sign off and let my loyal audience return to their business, I think I’ll rattle off what I’ve missed most and what I will most certainly indulge in upon returning to the country that I’ve learned to love more with separation from it.
-My dog
-Caroline, my youngest sister
-Old Glory, the jeep that has been there for the dumbest of adventures
-Cold drinks, one thing America’s got on the Sacred Valley is the presence of the refridgerator
-The Y, can’t wait to work out with my friends again after my 8 week stint at Luis’ Gym here in Urubamba
-Cranberry Park, I’m sure my frolf game has declined, but it obviously can’t get worse than Maher’s
-Hayes’ basement, not sure if it beats sitting on the Plaza getting rowdy with Peruvian Policeman off of horrible beer, but it’s close.
-Washers, the best game to hit my backyard since the fasjch reenacted childhood games of lawn darts by launching long spears at my obnoxious brother. Can’t wait to engage in a friendly game of doubles with the crew
-Caddying, it’s time to put the glorified vacation to rest and get my ass on the payroll again at Rolling Hills. I’m psyched to rot in the caddy shack with men of all walks of life waiting for the nod from Captain Feruzzi.
So that’s a wrap on my Peruvian adventure. As I journey thousands of miles back home, the people and places that have made this trip so special will remain with me upstairs in the same head that once decided it was a good idea to bike into my pool to see if I could ride on water. Turns out Jesus kept the power to himself. As I digress, take care of yourselves and have a happy and healthy rest of the summer!
Cheers,
Chris