Four more days...and we leave Chupa. I can't decide how I feel about this at this moment in time. The food drives me crazy, it's nearly impossible to get a hot shower, and Chupa isn't the most happenin' place in the world. But I'm going to miss it. I can't believe I'm about to leave...about to go back to the American way of life. Right now, there are so many feelings going through my mind and heart about this (some of them you might not believe if I told you about them), I'm about to explode. I don't want to leave, as much as living in Chupa has been an emotional, mental, cultural and physical struggle for me. But I want to go home and see my family and friends and my church. Will never I get woken up by the bug to Juliaca at 7 in the morning, honking its horn to let everyone know its leaving? Will I never hear the snort of those pigs of the profe's (and I've ALWAYS hated pigs) again? Will I never hear a cooing noise, and realize it is the doves that Rene sold the profe a few weeks ago, and shake my head over the matter? Will I never 'pisalo!' my laundry again? We have washing machines in the States...
Oh man. I can't believe I'm leaving. Back to the polluted civiliation of Lima...and then back to the States, and all the stuff that comes with the States. No more clean mountain air. No more morning mountain climbs. No more just walking to the nearest village, talking to my teammates as we go, using both English and Spanish to communicate.
It's strange for me that about a week or so ago, I was fearing being stuck in Chupa for awhile longer. I hid myself in my room and cried, because the teachers were striking, and had taken the Juliaca airport over. The teachers are still striking---they want more money, and they don't like the new evaluations that the Peruvian government are requiring. But the airport is okay now. But a secret little part of me wishes they'd cut off the city for a little longer...just so I don't have to leave QUITE yet. That's horrible of me. The strikes are not like the strikes we see in the US. That can get violent. People have been killed. My team and I are quite safe, but adults and children have been killed.
I have thought about going to Europe next year. It would be very expensive. But Europe needs missionaries. But I'm not sure. I thought the civilation of Europe would be a better place for me to serve...but I now realize how much I'm going to MISS this place. I have no idea how I'm going to feel once I get back to the States. Will I slide easily back into my role as a college student, part time web designer, and eldest sister? I will long for my friends that I have made here, I know that much.
Before I end this, let me tell you about the mountain water of Chupa. There has been problems with running water in Chupa the past week...at times, there has been done. But there is a pipe on the side of a road in Chupa. From this pipe, constantely flows mountain water. This water is cleaner than what you would get from the tap when the water is working properly. IT IS DRINKABLE. It flows through one of the mountains, and the rocks filter the water, cleansing it. The hospital was built near the mountain which is comes from. Near the hospital, are three pools (though only one works currently), in which more of this water flows into. We did our laundry in it the other day, since there was no water from the tap.
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