Dearest Reader,
While it has been an exasperatingly long time since I have
updated the Cute Collett Couple blog, I am not going to endeavour to recount
the events of the past 6 or so months. Suffice it to say that Christmas was
like a fairy tale and wonderful, school was full of ups and downs where both
Brad and I ended up well.
Brad and I have recently entered in to the Peruvian culture
with all of its finery. We were so excited to explore a country together that
neither of us really knew about, and the prospect of helping those in need at
the same time was just the cherry on top!
Peru does hold much of which to be fascinated by. Inca
ruins, jam packed cities and suburbs, Llamas. We have enjoyed watching another
culture at play. With this month being Cuzco month, and us being in Cuzco and
all, we have witnessed the festival of the saints, and many other festivals of
which I didn’t quite catch the title. But the music with it’s high notes that
float through the air through their pipes, and the bright and many colours that
are part of their traditional dress all blur together as the people spin and
dance. It is simply beautiful!
I particularly love seeing the older women. They might reach just below my shoulder at full height, but they lean forward with their bundles tied to their back across their shoulders. Their skirts flare out giving them even more shape than they have, and they part their hair in the middle plaiting it until it reaches their lower back and then plait the both sides together so it makes a loop. Always their clothes are faded and their faces worn and wrinkled more than I’ve seen a face wrinkled before. These women still work.
I particularly love seeing the older women. They might reach just below my shoulder at full height, but they lean forward with their bundles tied to their back across their shoulders. Their skirts flare out giving them even more shape than they have, and they part their hair in the middle plaiting it until it reaches their lower back and then plait the both sides together so it makes a loop. Always their clothes are faded and their faces worn and wrinkled more than I’ve seen a face wrinkled before. These women still work.
The other day Brad and I were sitting in a taxi and watched
as a little boy, no older than 6, was running from car to car trying to sell
chocolate. At San Pedro markets we watched as another little boy, this time
younger, was trying to sell us some of the wares at his stall. The children are
as much a part of the house income as the parents it seems.
The suburbs hold homes which are unfinished and dirty. We
often will see buildings that are three stories high that have re bar jutting
out of the tops and sides as if someone just couldn’t bother to finish it off.
The top floor often is just unfinished or partially covered and this seems to
be where the families will hang out their washing.
The children here don’t have much at all. I have seen young
boys and girls kicking around empty coke bottles as if it were a prized
football! There isn’t TV, no movie theatres, they have each other to play with.
Brad and I have been volunteering at the Mother Teresa Centre
for disabled orphans. It is heart wrenching to say the very least. I thought I
was strong until I went there.
We have learnt so much in this trip. I knew it was a third
world country but I didn’t anticipate the smells and scenes. The pollution is
out of this world! A walk down the street has fumes blowing directly into my
face, the taste and smell is migrainable! (I know it’s not a word but it’ll
do).
But when you get to the country sides! They have the jutting mountains of Utah with all of the green and rainforest of Australia, a little bit of two homes in one. The little towns have buildings made of mud and cobble stone streets with people of all ages working in the fields. Oh! And they don’t only farm on the flat. If you look through the mountains you see a patchwork all over them! They farm on the mountainside! I don’t know how they do it, but it is delightful.
But when you get to the country sides! They have the jutting mountains of Utah with all of the green and rainforest of Australia, a little bit of two homes in one. The little towns have buildings made of mud and cobble stone streets with people of all ages working in the fields. Oh! And they don’t only farm on the flat. If you look through the mountains you see a patchwork all over them! They farm on the mountainside! I don’t know how they do it, but it is delightful.
Like I said, Brad and I have learnt much. I think being sick
is one of my hardest lessons. I have been sick for about half of this trip, and
Brad almost just as much. Between us we have had so much of the bad and ugly
that illness can bring. I am not good at being sick generally, but the pain of
flu and the dehydration that brings on shakes is almost unbearable! I cried
most of the time I was in pain and simply didn't want to move when I was
stripped of electrolytes and dehydrated. Brad bore up with much more charm! Caring
for me and being strong. Much of this was happening over our weekend to Machu
Picchu (travelling in our condition may not be advisable, but it would have been
expensive to cancel). But our Machu Picchu day was our best on this trip!! We were
truly blessed! We both felt mostly healthy and enjoyed the incredible sights
and day.
I told Brad this morning that I think I have a worm in my
tummy. He asked me why and I said it’s because I keep on having a nightmare
that there is a big worm in my tummy that’s black and I’ll have to sit over a
bath with sugar in it in order to have the worm come out! And also because my
tummy still hurts a lot of the time and I don’t know why. Brad just smiled and
told me I don’t have a black worm and that it wouldn't be in my tummy anyways
but in my intestines and that we haven’t been eating the sorts of food that
would give me a big worm and my tummy is still hurting from being so sick. I
think he’s probably right. (The phantoms of my mind)
Anyway, I believe this is where I leave you. Please know we are safe, Brad is still amazing (probably a lot more amazing than when I last wrote), and I am still in love.
As a closing thought, our first world problems are nothing in comparison to what we have seen here... but I still crave a hot shower, comfortable beds and toilets we can flush paper down ;) Ciao!
