work etc

There are many important things I could be writing about. Last month, the Peruvian Supreme Court indicted former president Fujimori of human rights abuses. That is the first time a country has done that. I think. He was sentenced to 25 years in prison, but he is old so it is kind of like life in prison. It was very important that his own country sentenced him. So often, it seems like might makes right, from the richest nations to third-world countries. But especially in a country like Peru, where presidents have the power to change the constitution! So, that was pretty momentous. I watched some of the sentencing portion of the trial.

But the things that preoccupy me the most have to do with . . . me. For example, I hate that a taxi cannot pass me by without honking or whistling-- I look like a foreigner, therefore I am obviously incapable of taking the bus. I might need to study a map, turning around to orient myself, but I get where I need to go. At first, I might have secretly loved being the only blonde, but now I am sick of it. I really actually hate the taxi thing. Even when I´m walking decisively, keys in hand, they honk and slow down. There are more taxis than private cars on the road, so it´s not like it´s difficult to find one. It´s just insulting. Like not only am I too stupid to take a bus, I´m too stupid to see the taxi and so they have to honk at me. If my hair was still black, no one would notice me. But would I like that? That is the question.
This morning I had my first day of basico tres espanol. There are 8 or 10 people in the class, all japanese or german. I woke up at 730 this morning. I think it was good for me. I met one of the english teachers, a girl from texas. She met a peruvian when they both studied at the univerisity of Mississippi (Mississippi!), got married and now they live here. She said I should work here. But I found out I need a work card. You can get this if a company gives you a contract, sort of sponsoring you, but only professional companies do that, or if one of your parents is peruvian or if you marry a peruvian. So, I might get married so I can get a job here. I will expect toasters and throw pillows when I return.
However, I am also exploring less glamorous options, like working at a hostel. This one I went to today looks better than the one where I was originally going to stay, more organized and more legit. Except that the guy did ask me if I was ¨fun.¨ That kind of made me hate him. But we will see. I could also probably work in a crappier language school. I will investigate that this week.
I definitely love Peru, but it is hard to know if it is true love, because I always love new places. Unless I am lonely. Anyway, I am meeting more people. It is cool. Next week I have a meeting with a woman from WordMadeFlesh (a christian organization who works with street kids and I guess does other stuff) so I can volunteer. And I have friends from church, and soon maybe friends from my class. I love the girl I am staying with. She´s mostly at work, and I have the house to myself, which I love love love. But we have also hung out several times and she is funny and a good cook and a good listener. Maybe I can marry her for a work card, but I don´t know if that is legal here. In spain it is though.