11.28.2005

Little things that make me happy

I haven´t checked my e-mail in a long time since my host mom hasn´t paid her internet bill, and probably won´t before I leave. The down side is that my parents just got a webcam and we had a fun conversation the other day while being able to see each other...so we weren´t able to use the webcam this week. The upside is that I had long e-mails from about 7 different people waiting for me updating me about their life. Hooray for thoughtful e-mails! (By the way, I´ll respond later this week...I´m getting kicked out of the internet cabina now).

Today we watched a movie with Tom Hanks and Jon Candy called ¨Volunteers¨ which made fun of Peace Corps. They both played PC volunteers in Thailand during the 60s and had a run in with some commies and the CIA. We all loved the film, especially the scenes of the volunteers talking about how they were going to save the poor, oppressed people and commanding them to cut down sacred trees to build a bridge. Best scene ever: Tom Hanks, who plays a rich spoiled Yalie, gets on the PC plane without wanting to do PC, and all the volunteers are swaying back and forth singing ¨Michael Row Your Boat Ashore¨ and then ¨Puff the Magic Dragon.¨

11.24.2005

Happy Turkey Day!

Today started off with my host mom accusing me of leaving one of her precious forks (her ¨bebitos¨) at the Training Center (I swear I didn`t do it) and Prima´s mom nagging me for leaving my cup in her kitchen for a moment because she doesn´t want a ¨fight with upstairs,¨ as in with my host mom. What happened to not caring about material goods in good old South America, land of living simply? I can´t wait to move further away from Lima. Hopefully in Piura the culture will be different -- no caring so much about your plates and forks and no nagging about the little things. I can´t stand the nagging...I just want everyone to be laid back about the little things, and then things will be much more tranquilo. Do I sound like a hippie now?

Despite all the nagging, I ended up having a great Thanksgiving. There`s nothing like the holidays to make a Peace Corps trainee/volunteer homesick, but then again there`s nothing like mounds of delicious Thanksgiving Day food to make you happy. Feeling a bit melancholy last night, I decided to make french toast for breakfast since I bought Aunt Jemima syrup near Lima the other day. Ahhh, comfort food works like a charm!!! As for Thanksgiving and cooking for the training crew, I ended up not making the pumpkin pies and made my own little creation of crepes. First, I found a ¨recipe¨ for sour cream, which said ¨combine 250mL of cream with 2 limones (little limes) and stir,¨ and it worked like a charm. Weird, huh! Then I sauteéd the rest of my spinach and mushrooms with butter, sugar and a bit of pepper. I made a pancake batter and semi-successfully tried to modify it for a more crepe-like texture with extra sugar and made about 10 huge thin pancakes (well, 13, but I ate 3). So most of my crepes were with sour cream, spinach and mushrooms. It wasn´t a lot so then I also sauteéd the rest of the mushrooms with onions and rolled that up with slices of mozzarella cheese. The crew really liked them and I got the best type of compliment -- the type when someone compliments your food without realizing you were the chef! Because then you know they were honest. Anyhow, we gave ourselves a wonderful Tgiving feast. The turkey team did an amazing job with the turkey that incorporated Cajun spices and was so juicy...since I was a vegetarian before, it was my first Thanksgiving eating the turkey for four years! I gorged myself on cranberry sauce, 3 types of mashed potatoes, Shepherd`s pie, spinach quiche, American corn, 3 types of delicious sweet potato pie/candied yams, chick pea masala, samoas (yes, the Indian empanada thing!), mac and cheese, mud pie with real marshmallows, chocolate cracker layer cake, pumpkin pie, strawberry smoothie and I didn´t even have room for the salad, fruit salad, Cantonese-style fried rice, green beans, stuffing, pineapple upside down cake, pumpkin cake, and other stuff. At the end, we took a picture showing off our food babies as I threatened everyone that I was about to ¨dar la luz¨ if you know Spanish, haha (it means to give birth). We did a great job pampering our new extended family...HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!

11.23.2005

Pre-storm Doldrums

Returning to training after essentially going on vacation and visiting our sites is really hard, like they said it would be. I am completely unmotivated by anything that does not have to do with mangroves or Spanish grammar. Yesterday I was in a negative and cranky mood, like a lot of other people have been in fact, and I decided that I needed to get out and exercise as a solution. That did the trick, although my exercise was just walking to the Training Center really fast and sprinting up all the 181 stairs. Then I went to the nearby big town to send a letter to my friend doing Corps de Paix in Mauritania, West Africa. We feel really cool sending stuff to each other...and props to her because she has sent me my only letter here! Thanks to my sister for the pair of panties I got in the mail today that says Nice Catch and has a picture of a fish on it.

Anyhow, these days have been spent preparing for our group Thanksgiving Dinner tomorrow. We have the day off to cook. I´m going to help make pumpkin pies. Yesterday I also bought spinach, mushrooms and mozzarella cheese, so I think Prima and I are going to bake pizzas tonight. We are like eating partners. We´re the ones in the cake aisle squealing because everything looks so delicious. We ate a piece of something like a flan yesterday that had a cheescake texture -- it was to die for.

Sorry I haven´t posted pictures up yet -- my host mom didn´t pay for the internet for the moth yet, so ours is down.

11.17.2005

I am a shamefully spoiled, spoiled girl

Ah, how nice it is to know that I don´t have to travel in the next few weeks...I must say though, the buses that I took were all quite comfortable. Peace Corps even treated us to first-class seats on the 11-hr trip back to Lima. The suede seats were more spacious than first-class seats on airplanes. Even more impressive, the chicken and rice dinner they served us was tasty AND there was soap and toilet paper in the bathroom all 4 times I went.

Talking to the other volunteers, I realize that my experience is completely different from everyone else´s experience. Some trainees are in towns of a few hundred people. As such, a handful of them were received with a huge party thrown on their behalf that the entire town attended. Some had a big reception that featured the mayor and they had to give a speech as well. Others had people knocking on their windows to say hi. My reception was definitely tame -- almost nonexistent -- compared to those festivities. I guess it doesn´t make me like my site less, but I do hope that in the future, I´ll find warm people behind the scrap metal doors of my town. Before coming to Perú, I definitely envisioned being overwhelmed with the town´s hospitality. So it was strange to eat my meals either alone watching cheesy telenovelas, or with the three (bored, they wanted dancing) Cuban doctors that came to provide free medical consultations. I figure that it´s just the formality that I´ll break down later when I move in. Some trainees think that people in my town are just scared of me, since I´m the first American in town, although they undoubtedly all think I´m Chinese or Japanese.

Also, as I suspected, I have a much nicer house than most people, maybe because I´m working for the municipality. Most people I believe have latrines (squat pseudo-toilets!) that are shared with everyone in town. One volunteer even clogged her town´s latrine up already! Some people need to dig holes and cover it up again, like a cat. Some people only have water a few hours a week. Some people live hours away from the capital city and don´t have easy public transportation options into town. I´m about 40 minutes away and there are mototaxis lined up outside my doorstep. Piura, the City, is really nice and modern. They have great food, both Peruvian and American (I still have to look for Indian and Thai, however). It´s also clean and it seems safe.

Another reason why I´m spoiled: I have free internet access. The municipality recently built a complex with an auditorium, library and internet center. Apparently, the alcalde (mayor) told my host sister who works there that whenever I come, I can use the computers for free, rather than the 1 sole per hour rate. They are very advanced, fast computers.

I AM excited to have my settling-in allowance, which is a sizeable allowance. I´m going to buy a bed. They loaned me the brother´s during my visit...they´re kicking him out of his room and moving me in, but I´m going to buy my own bed. I also plan on buying shelves, pretty artisan tapestries, a nice reading chair, pretty candles (there were blackouts), lights (there was no light at night except there´s a streetlight right outside my window), a boombox, maybe a little gas stove so I can cook in peace, picture frames for the walls, and I might paint them after a few months if I feel that I´ll be staying for a while. The nearby town of Catacaos is a tourist hotspot because there are a lot of artisans that make ceramic pottery, straw hats and furniture, and silver and gold jewelery. Anyway, I´m excited to create my own living space, and have the money to do it! Ooh, I am so spoiled. And I am not thrilled about it. Especially because poverty exists in my community. What I had been hoping to do was to live like the people I would be targeting with my work. Well, maybe after a year, I´ll move to the municipality´s fishing village. I´m sure I won´t have two bathrooms and a tiled room there! AND I´ll be right next to the ocean.

At the very least, I am comforted by the fact that I should (hopefully) be extremely busy. I have a lot of ideas on building up the ecotourism infrastructure that my counterpart is excited about, but it will all take time. We´ll see.

11.15.2005

ps

Oh, and did I mention that on my first day in the municipality office, after the first 15 minutes, a local radio reporter showed up and eagerly shoved a tape recorder next to my mouth? Thank goodness I´m used to talking to press because doing it in Spanish is intimidating in itself. I had a cheat sheet aka the work plan in front of me though. I read it when I had to say hard words like ¨fortalecimiento¨ and ¨concietización.¨ haha. But don´t worry Peace Corps, I only said what I was going to do (although I really didn´t have a clear idea yet). Nothing about politics! Ah, talking to the press. Reminds me of the good old days.

Crazy days

As I am writing, I see the reflections of little faces curiously peeking at my computer screen, trying to learn what sort of crazy magic the ¨China¨ does online...

So the past few days have been crazy ups and downs. I stayed with a current youth development volunteer near Huaráz along with two other fellow trainees. We had a very relaxing time taking pictures in her idyllic little Sierra town where you could see the snow-capped Huascarán mountain looming large, even though it was very far away. When we asked the wrinkled old women if we could take their photo and the wrinkled old men the name of the river, they answered, ¨No sé.¨ ¨I don´t know.¨ As in, ¨I don´t know Spanish, I speak Quechua, but I´ll smile and look cute anyway.¨ Despite the beauty of where this volunteer lived, I did not envy her. She seemed to have more down time than work time. I would personally feel unfulfilled if my only responsibilities were to teach computer classes. In the next two years, I hope to see concrete, physical changes as a result of my labor along with the gradual knowledge and mindset changes, which are inevitable.

Next, our entire environment training class went to Huascarán, which is actually one of our new sites. The girl who will be working with Parque Nacional de Huascarán received the warmest, most exciting welcome possible. The staff constantly acknowledged her, thanked her, and reminded us that the National Park itself was initiated with the help of two Peace Corps volunteers in 1975. Not only is her site historic for Peace Corps, it´s the third highest peak in South America, drawing 400 tourists every day. It´s breathtaking. Again, I´m very thrilled for her because this is her dream site, but it´s definitely not where I want to be.

The day after Huascarán, I decided to become really ill. I barfed a little in the morning and thought I was getting better. Ooh, was I wrong. As I sat in a municipal office listening to the beginning of what I´m sure was a great presentation about one town´s trash disposal system, I ran out the door and violently vomited all over the municipal office´s nice clean floor. Good thing it was Sunday, so there weren´t any staff around, just the Peace Corps Regional Coordinator trying to drag my dying body into the bathroom. Everyone in the talk heard me, however, which included the Mayor himself. Ugh. Well I called it quits for the day and slept for a long time in a nice little hostel. After my third time barfing, we finally got a hold of the doctor (cell phone problems!) who informed me that if I barfed one more time, I´d have to go to a clinic for an IV before I were too weak to even walk into the clinic. If so, I definitely couldn´t go to Piura for my site visit. So the loveable but oh-too-talkative-when-I´m-sick Regional Coordinator ran out (literally, she ran, she ran all day getting me medicine, water and jell-o) to get me more medicine. At that point, I started to use mind-over-matter techniques where I envisioned my intestines absorbing water in a very happy way. I slept sitting up because Doc said all the water and jell-o I was eating would just come back up. Finally, I peed, a sign that my body absorbed water!! I didn´t have to get hooked up to an IV!! I have never had to receive emergency medical care after my birth, and I swore it wouldn´t be that day. Then I found out that I´d be under observation until 6PM, when they would decide whether or not I was healthy enough to travel for 17 hours on winding mountain roads (3 transfers!!!). At 6:10, I arrived in the staff vehicle to Huaráz to meet the other trainees, and asked if I had enough time to go buy dinner. That question made everyone cheer, which meant I was going to Piura that night! I bought pancakes even though my Program Director said ¨no grease, no eggs, no milk, no butter, no fruit, no meat, pasta with maybe a little tomato sauce but nothing else, nothing raw. Right, nothing with flavor.¨

So 17 hours later, I was vomit-less but with a weird acidic feeling in my empty stomach. ¡Piura! Por fin. Finally. My counterpart from the municipality met me in a hostel where I had taken a hot shower and more antacid pills. Still, I wasn´t feeling too hot as we drove through the barren desert with stout algarrobo (locust??) trees dispersed here and there, along with miles of wind-blown trash. He left me at my homestay´s house to settle in. I tried conversing with my new family, but the burning feeling in my belly made me completely unenergetic. It hurt to say long sentences or to laugh. I gave up, and slept until they called me for dinner. I ate maybe less than one-sixth of what they gave me. Too bad, because what I ate of the fried plaintain, tamale, saucy rice and fried chicken tasted pretty good.

Anyway, yesterday I felt better and today I feel a million times better. Enough with the health talk.

So what am I going to do?? Ah, wow. In summary, my counterpart wants me to:
- help them delineate the border of the mangrove sanctuary that is under their authority
- organize a forum where we will invite the congressperson who wrote a bill in favor of exploring biotechnology in Perú
- during the forum, be one of five people who respond to the congressperson´s hour-long speech
- research biotechnology and Genetically Modified Organisms
- supervise along with him a competition of reporters who will write articles about the importance of mangroves
- supervise along with him a competition of artesans
- facilitate a course about international environmental goods and services derived from natural areas
- hold a workshop for teachers about the importance of mangroves
- give more educational workshops in March about something

Most of that stuff is supposed to occur Jan 9-15, when this little city will host its annual Mangrove Festival. So this is just the beginning.

During training, we were told that we should spend the first 3 months getting to know the community but not to do too much. I´m obviously an exception because Mr. Counterpart wants me to do stuff during training, even. I certainly like him and think we´ll get along just fine -- his enthusiasm is great and he´s super dedicated to his job. However, I told him that I can´t speak at this forum because it would be meddling into politics (afterwards, they will send the summary of the forum to everyone in Congress). As for the other stuff, it´s not what I would love to do, but it´ll be an interesting educational experience. And anyhow, this is only until January 15th. All this academic-sounding stuff made me a little intimidated yesterday, but I figure I can read up about everything really quickly and learn all the necessary vocabulary and then be fine. Forget about training, where we learned to do puppet shows for kids and make eye-catching posters. I´ll do that after January 15th, I guess! I certainly have my own ideas as to what I want to do...but I´ll be patient.

As for my host family, they live in a really nice house. I mean, it´s recently renovated and has nice tile. And has water 24 hrs-day thanks to a water tank on their roof. And warm water every 6 hours of the day. The family consists of 3 daughters and a son from the ages of 18-26. They are all very reserved but I think that with time, they´ll open up. Not the living experience I had been expecting...not the activities I had been expecting to do...but that´s Peace Corps for ya.

To end on a really great note, I visited the mangroves today. They are gorgeous! After driving through the barren desert, the unimpressive dry forest, and more sand, I suddenly saw big pink flamingoes flying, huge flocks of herons, gulls and terns grazing the sky and lots more sea birds. I´ll describe this more when I post pictures...but it was beautiful with lots of photo ops. It´s a strange feeling to be stepping on desert dunes with the wind blowing piles of sand in your face and at the same time gazing at the lapping ocean...

Whew, I think that will keep y´all occupied enough. Now go back to work, you procrastinator!

11.08.2005

I´m going to the hot mangroves of Piura!

I am going to Piura ! It´s in Northern Perú, relatively close to Ecuador. I was the second to last trainee to find out my site. By the time I was standing next to the environment director waiting for the magic words, my pulse was kicking at full speed due to a restless night of anticipation, a quick cup of chugged coffee and built up anxiety over being sent to Lima or somewhere cold. The first thing he said to me was, ¨Carolyn will be working with mangroves...¨ and I started jumping up and down like a ridiculous little bunny and gave him a gigantic hug before even knowing my department. It turns out that I´ll be within running distance of Prima, which is definitely a plus! The other people who will be with me in my department are also very cool. The people I´ll be around are very important, so I am definitely satisfied.

So I´ll be about 1 hour from the ocean, which isn´t bad because I´ll be 20 minutes away from mangroves, which are a critical habitat in a marine ecosystem. It´s where little fish and sea creatures grow up and hide from predators. Mangroves are also important to prevent erosion or flooding. I´ll actually be working with a municipal government on a protected area of these mangroves! There are many different stakeholders that I will have the opportunity to work with, and many options open to me. Plus, there is a big international mangrove conference coming up in January that I can work on right away. I´ll let you know more about it after I visit my site. Tonight I´ll be visiting the cold mountains but later I´ll be going to my actual site! Kudos to my director for really knowing what I would´ve wanted. He pretty much satisfied almost everything I said I wanted.

Sorry, Dad, I´m about 14-17 hours away by bus. But there´s an airport nearby!

Wish me luck!

11.05.2005

Pictures are up!

So today I am home alone with Miles Davis, The Slackers and Billy Bragg & Wilco. I spent about 3 hours uploading pictures to my flickr site, so check it out! The link is on the link bar on the right. On the flickr site, I organized the pictures into photo albums (sets), which is the recommended method of viewing my photos since I tried to make it logical. When you go through the slide show, if you click on the photo, it will become smaller and you can see the title and caption I assigned to it. Then click ¨Resume slideshow.¨

11.04.2005

The rollercoaster has begun

So Peace Corps really let´s you know that training and the next two years will be like a roller coaster ride of emotions. Happy times mixed with sad times. I didn´t really think it was any more like a rollercoaster than at home until the past few days. Yesterday, one of my favorite people in our training group left. She is the third person to leave, making our group size 31 (Environment has not lost any trainees, so we´re still 18). I felt really depressed about her leaving since I felt that she and I were going to be really good friends over the next two years. Due to the nature of PC, you really cherish the good friendships that you can make in country. So that was a big blow for me. After hugging her goodbye, Prima, Borracha, and I did our ¨teatro¨ (play) for a very poor community where the houses don´t have running water or bathrooms. They don´t even have proper walls or rooves. I described this community earlier. It is sizeable...there might be about 250 houses or so, although I´m a terrible estimator. Yesterday I learned that there are only a handful of latrines that serve the entire community. As we drove up the steep mountainside up the rocky, unpaved road, we went to the concrete fútbol field (cancha) where we were supposed to do our teatro as part of a program organized by the local Health Center. We waited on the cancha as some kids surrounded us shouting the title of our play. Prima and Borracha had done the play already that morning for the local school as part of their health group project. Another trainee who I will call ¨Presidente,¨ since he is the President of the trainee´s association (it´s supposed to simulate a real Peruvian association), joined us as the narrator. As I fearfully watched kids run down the dry mountain slope of loose dirt that had an almost vertical incline, other kids told us that some Americans are supposed to do something down the road, and people are waiting there. Of course Americans had to be us, so we moved all of our stuff down the road and found a bunch of waiting Peruvian mothers and a billion kids next to two blue tents. As we waited for the Health Center to arrive, we figured we should do something with the kids. Thanks to Mrs. Berkowitz, my elementary school Hebrew teacher, I knew that this would be the perfect time to play ¨Red Light, Green Light, 1, 2, 3.¨ It was so much fun and they were so excited to play. Then a van came and lo and behold, we found out that other Americans were there to provide free medical care and medicine to this community. Ah, that´s why Peruvians are more than on time to an event...so off we went again to the cancha. There we found our contacts from the Health Center setting up a large carnival-like tent, an impossible task with the fierce wind blowing. We were high up in the mountains during the time when the wind is strongest, and it was a really stupid idea to have a tent like that. Anyhow, it provided the kids with a huge toy to play with. They were running in and out of the tent, hanging onto it so it wouldn´t blow away, climbing up the basketball hoop, landing on top of the tent and whatever amused them. Those kids need a playground, and they need it badly. At first, there was hardly anyone there. I mean, how can lectures about nutrition and maintenance of food compete with free medical care?? But slowly, as the Health Center gave their talks, people started trickling in. Two of the Soup Kitchens showed up to take part in our ¨healthy food entreé competition¨(un concurso de comidas). By the time we started our play, we had about 20 mothers there, maybe 40 kids, Borracha´s mom and family friend, and 2 people from the PC Training Center. Despite screwing up a lot of lines and me sniffling the whole time because of the wind and the dust, we had a great time and the kids loved it. The play was about a girl who loves being dirty, eats without washing her hands, gets sick and learns how to wash her hands. I was the mother and acted like an overprotective mother in a telenovela-ish style (aka dramatic). I wore traditional clothing from Ancash, a department in the Sierra. Prima was my daughter, the main character, and she got to pretend to poop and diarrhea 3 times using wet dirt. Borracha was a parasite that ran around the crowd scaring little kids. Presidente was the narrator and Doctor who started the night off by making everyone shake their hips. Afterwards, the Soup Kitchens gave us portions of the food they prepared. I felt so guilty eating their food while all these poor little kids were watching us, probably super hungry. I remembered learning that the teacher in that community had said the kids have a hard time concentrating in class because they come to school hungry and leave school hungrier. Even though my food was delicious, I just wanted to give it to all those kids, but it would´ve been extremely rude. Our consolation was the fact that we provided both soup kitchens with many prizes. In a large market bag they use here, we had stuffed mandarin oranges, onions, garlic, sugar, oil, dish detergent, hand soap and a book with a PC cult following, ¨Dónde No Hay Doctor,¨ (Where There is No Doctor), which is a book that explains how to care for hurt or sick people without being able to get immediate medical care. I hope they thought it was an awesome prize, and that everything will be of use to them. In the future, I will be returning to this community because I have begun visiting the childcare centers here. The kids kept on asking me when I would return, so it was nice to be able to say, ¨in two weeks,¨ rather than ¨seeya, good luck for the rest of your hard life.¨

11.01.2005

How to celebrate Halloween like a budding ex-pat

1. Feel sorry for Prima´s 10-year old host brother who is really excited to celebrate Halloween but only has us to celebrate with.
2. Dress up even though you said you already dressed up on Saturday and won´t dress up again.
3. Throw on a beach dress and put a white camisole tank top over it. Wear flip flops. Tie your ponytail of thin, long hair at the very top of your head so your hair sticks out. Wear a hat for pictures. Put on sunglasses. Keep your headphones around your neck. Throw your pack towel (beach towel-looking) around your shoulder. Take your camera with you to use as a prop. Most importantly, apply a thick white layer of sunblock on your nose. And say you are a ¨turista americana.¨ An American Tourist.
4. Take funny pictures with your host cousin and Prima.
5. Play charades and a quick round of Pictionary.
6. Leave for Borracha´s house to play pool with the gang.
7. Drink something called ¨XXX¨ that has a picture of a girl in a thong bikini on it.
8. Dance with the 9-year olds and the PC gang congregated at Borracha´s house.
9. Tell everyone you´re not going to the discoteca with them.
10. Go home, change your mind, put a black t-shirt on, leave the other parts of the costume behind, go to the bathroom without toilet paper because your host mom decided to remove the roll from your private bathroom, grab just enough money for transportation and cover charge. Decide to leave your coat behind.
11. Figure out where the gang went to catch a combi bus by asking people on the street where the gringoes went.
12. Get there just in time to see a packed combi bus across the highway and your friend´s host sister waving you on, and run across the highway (after looking both ways) and just make it in time.
13. Realize that the ¨discoteca¨ is an outdoor space with a stage and a roof. Take your 6´7¨ friend´s long-sleeve t-shirt because you´re cold and wrongly think that there´s no way any Peruvian wants to dance with you now. Thank God for chivalry.
14. Be a wing-girl for the night. Laugh at your friend realize that all the guys hitting on her are 16.
15. Dance to salsa, merengue, reggaeton, Latin pop, ¨rock¨, and other music Peruvians like.
16. When the headliner band plays, stay right in front of the stage with your friends who each have a Peruvian dance partner. Yours is a Peruvian in the PC host family circle who has spent the night with a hula skirt (made of a plastic bag that an environment volunteer made) over his head. Embrace the fact that he just wants to dance and have fun. Be shocked when the band plays a few ska songs and watch Peruvians skank. Join in on the jumping up and down and being silly.
17. Be upset because it´s so cold you can see your breath.
18. Walk home with Borracha as the sun is starting to light up the sky behind the mountains at 5:15AM.
19. Realize your host uncle dead-bolted the door behind him when he returned home at 1AM from partying in Lima.
20. Ring the doorbell and knock on the window because you´re too damn cold to care.
21. Wake up 5 hours later and have your host family say ¨Buenas noches¨ to you in a sarcastic yet very amused manner.
22. Go to town to spend 2 hours buying chocolate, roasted peanuts, milk, dried coconut, etc. for an experimental dessert you´ll make with Prima. Find out later from your host mom that flour is not meant to be eaten raw, but again be too tired to care.
23. Take a nap.