Home Sweet Home

To be honest, I'm not hoping to spend much time in Ecuador cause I'm booking it up to Colombia to meet the self titled Harry "American Thunder Nutz" Kleeman. haha, I miss that guy! En route I decided to make a quick detour to Huancayo to visit Cecilia and brand spanking new baby. They are afterall my Peruvian family! Plus, it also served as a nice way to recouperate my body after a solid 2 days in buses and terminals. I remember dreaming in Huancayo of how it'd be like to return after some time on the road and to have different eyes. However, I never expected Huancayo to feel so much like ...home!

This experience was strikingly similar like family vacations to Saskatchewan. I recognized road stops, landmarks and was going to visit some people whom I'd like to see much more often. This sensation left me with nothing less than a confident smile. I truly forgot how it felt to have my bearings. To know where everything was. To not have to ask people where to find a bakery, bus station or a bank. And to know what street was coming next. I could walk around freely without the fear of getting lost! What's more is I could understand everyone! heh heh, that's right, I don't have to go home to get these sensations!!

It was a treat to have Cecilia's niece Ximena greet me at the door. She's an 8 yr old brat that can take it as well as she can dish it. It's much easier to make fun of her with my bigger vocabulary! Cecilia's mom, Jesus, was already cooking lunch for us. Ooowee, did I miss her cooking! Mm-mm!
And I got a great big hug from Cecilia. I was a little surprised to see her face so tired, but it quickly dawned on me that she did just have a baby less than two weeks earlier. I was especially excited to see Guillermo cause you could always tell he wanted to talk more, but the language barrier was, well, a barrier. So when he got home from work on his new motorbike we swapped stories of the last 5 months and chatted like old friends.

I also got my watch fixed in Huancayo, but the kid messed up the hands. When the minute hand points at 12, the hour hand obscurely points inbetween two different hours. So I don't know what time it really is now. I figure I should header and catch my bus though. heh heh, not like it'll leave on time though.

written by  ryanmyers on August 2, 2009 from Lima, Peru
from the travel blog: Ryan's First Sabbatical
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