I spent my
last week in Huallanca saying goodbye to everyone and participating in the
festivities of Peru’s independence day. Every year from July 27-August 2, Huallance
celebrates Peru’s independence day (July 28th) with huayno concerts,
orquestra bands that literally don’t stop playing music in the streets for 5
days straight, four days of bull fights, a running of the bulls event (bulls
are released into the streets and people run for their lives or hide behind
things), marching, fireworks, and non-stop drinking and partying. Literally for
five days straight! So I got to be a part of the madness during my last week
and enjoy some fun in Huallanca as I said my goodbyes.
We got to watch a reenactment of the Incas at some nearby ruins:
At one of the weeks many concerts:
And the famous and immensly bull fights: (it's literally all people can think about and talk about during the week)
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The bull fight is so popular that the arena gets way too packed and many people have to sit outside to watch from the hill. |
Something
that was really cool for me was getting to march with one of the schools that I
work with. Every year for Peru’s independence day, each city and town holds a
march in which each school and governmental institute march. The school where I
facilitated the library project asked me to march with them as a teacher. I was scared at first
and felt weird about it because the way they march is basically just like
Hitler or like a communist and in the US we just don’t have that tradition. But
then I realized that it was an honor that they had asked me to march with them
so I agreed. And I can honestly say that marching with them in front of the
entire town was one of my proudest moments in Huallanca!
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And then of course right before I was about to start marching, I stepped in a huge pile of dog poop in the middle of the street. |
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Trying to clean it off with a stick |
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Marching! |
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One of my proudest moments in Huallanca. Everyone was cheering for me and calling my name, proud to see the gringa participate in a Peruvian tradition. |
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Finishing up with a very happy heart |
On a
different note something that was a bit traumatizing occurred during the
running of the bulls event. A bull rammed into a man, inserting one of its
horns into his stomach, lifting the man up, shaking him around in the air, and
then slamming him onto the ground. The bull opened up the muscle tissue on the
man’s leg, and literally tore his guts out of his stomach. And horrifically,
the event organizers had no ambulance or doctors ready, so the man just laid in
the street to his death. Come to find out, the doctors were on vacation that
day, and the ambulance was out of town. I don’t know why I was surprised though
since this kind of lack of planning and security stuff happens all the time in
Peru. I was horrified about what happened to the poor man, but the Peruvians were more entertained and concerned about the man who ran streaking through the streets when they released the bulls. The rumor is that Huallanca's alcalde paid the man big money to go streaking during the event to ruin it because he was jealous that it wasn't his event.
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"El calato", the streaker. |
Now I have bid all my farewells to all my loved ones and community
counterparts in Huallanca. I am currently in Lima, and I fly out of Peru
tonight. It feels surreal. Mostly I can’t believe that my two years in Peru
have come to an end. When I first started my service, two years seemed
daunting. It felt like I would be in Peru forever and I was terrified. Then I
got accustomed to life in Huallanca, formed great relationships with the local
people, and got really into my work. And I became terrified to leave Peru and
some days I didn’t want the two years to ever end….yet other days I was still
cursing Huallanca and saying to myself “I can’t wait to get out of this place”.
But I have come to the conclusion that my two years in Peru were the most
amazing years of my life and the wildest emotional roller coaster ride that I
ever dared to step foot on. I made some amazing memories, and had countless unforgettable
experiences. I lived my two years to the fullest and I don’t regret a moment.
And now it’s my time to go home and to begin my next chapter in life.
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Saying goodbye to the kids at the kindergarten. |
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I loved working with them because they were so sweet and loving. I was greeting by a giant group hug every day that I showed up at the kindergarten. |
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Our end of the year party for our youth sexual health promoters |
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Saying goodbye to my goddaughter and her family |
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Saying goodbye to my sweet girl Sunmy. |
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Saying goodbye to one of my good friends in site, Marleney |
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One last goodbye to my goddaughter and her family |
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The part of my work that I will miss the most, working with my kids in the library |
After two years in the Peace Corps, I feel more confident in who I am and what I want in life and in my abilities. I literally feel like I can do anything now. I now know that I can take nothing and turn it into something amazing. These two years were not easy, but I not only made it through, I thrived. I am so thankful for my two years in Peru and for everything that I learned in the process. Two years ago I joined the Peace Corps and moved to Peru to change the world. But in reality, the Peruvians were the ones who changed my life for the better.
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Thank you for an amazing two years Huallanca! |