Today is Easter. I had almost forgotten, but this morning Jorge´s mom gave big chocolate eggs to Jorge, Georgina and to me! It was so nice and made me feel at home. And it was very delicious. After breakfast I was going to go to a coffee shop to read, but I passed by this (Spanish) church on my way there and heard singing. I had forgotten again that it was Easter and even that it was Sunday. And I had forgotten there was a church there. I had seen it before but thought it would be weird to go because . . . I can't speak Spanish. But I am learning. Last week I went to an English-speaking church, and that was nice. As I walked by it, I decided to go in. It was actually just starting and everyone was so friendly. This lady gave me a program and I told her I didn't speak Spanish. The stereotype of friendly Latin America and especially Latin American churches seems true. The pastor said say hi to people and about 75 people kissed me. It was nice. I felt way more comfortable than I did in the english-speaking church. I knew the song they were singing (in english), and I could follow along with the other songs. I couldn't follow a lot of the sermon, but when the pastor put scriptures up on the projection, I could figure it out. Also, I had my dictionary with me so I just looked up words the whole time. I kind of felt like a huge dork, but it was ok. Then this really cute girl came up and talked to me and told me to come back tonight for an easter play or something, I didn't really know. They say holy week, santa semana. And then she texted me about it later! I went and met a bunch of other people, who spoke a little english. The musical was actually a little painful, even though it was mostly well done. Except for Jesus, he was creepy, creepy eyes creepy smile. I had to look away. And I didn't understand it, and I had no concept of how long it would go on. But afterward I talked to the cute girl from this morning and she invited me to this small group that meets on Saturdays and she also gave me a Spanish-English new testament that she had inscribed to me in the front! I wanted to pinch her, she was so cute. Then she introduced me to a bunch more people. They had a lot of young people there. People that I've met here have been really welcoming. No one hates me because I came to their country without knowing the language. There are things about Peru that I started to hate, like the traffic and the smog. But the good things outweigh it so far. Like the people: nice. And the fruit: things I never knew existed. I don't know what they're called. One is called guanabana. So weird.