family stuff, caral

The last few weeks I have been going with Jorge's family to a bunch of family things. I went to his grandfather's 100th birthday party. His grandfather wanted them to take a picture of just him and I, but his grandmother said she had to be in the picture as well. I went out with his family (his sister and parents) for their parents' anniversary. I also went to a niece's baptism and a cousin's birthday. I kind of follow them around wherever they go. It is nice. Today is good Friday. Or Black Friday or something. Everything is closed today. This whole week is Holy Week. I've never heard that term before. There were no spanish classes yesterday or today.
Hare pictures from when Jorge and I went to Caral a few weeks ago. Caral is one of the oldest cities in the America's and possibly in the world. They think it was inhabited between 3000 and 2000 BC. This guy Paul Kosok "discovered" Caral in 1948 and it is still being excavated-- there were people working on it while we were there.

Here I am getting ready, and I am in a really bad mood because it is like 6am and I don't know why we have to get up that early Jorge thought it was funny to take my picture.


This is where we had to catch a taxi after taking one big bus and two little buses. And by "taxi" I really mean this falling apart station wagon that first had to stop and pick up a bag of feed, then drop it off in the middle of the desert to a duck farm. A pack of wild dogs chased the car.









We took a tour of Caral along with a beautiful Italian couple and their beautiful child, and their really loud Italian friend and his half Italian-half Peruvian daughter. They took SO MANY pictures and the woman videotaped the entire thing. We didn't take so many. It was the hottest day ever in the history of the world and we hadn't eaten breakfast and I was still kind of a in a bad mood.

Here are some really old pyramids:

















There were really beautiful valleys and mountains behind us and it was cooler over there. And I decided to take a nap.
















The ride home on the bus was about 400 hours long and I started to be in a bad mood again. But then we were on the bus for so long that I started to go crazy, and be in a good mood. And then I guess he was too.