Life in the last months of service was a very different animal. Perhaps we should say a angry wild animal, a giant bull with mood swings that Becca had to figure out whether to run from or take care of. In honesty, time was moving too quickly for her to do anything but marvel at it and try to keep her head above water in the moments of adventure.
She found herself running into interesting activities no matter where she went, like Cruz del Medano’s school anniversary, where she somehow avoided eating rice but still had to dance and got to enjoy the bands from local annexes.
One morning she got a call from her Volunteer Coordinator and good buddy, Zack, asking if she wanted to visit his old site and see the ruins. Along with Zack’s old host mom and another volunteer, Jojo, they explored two hundred year old foot bridges, ruins of churches, Afro-Peruvian museos and danced on top of a convent to booming cumbia music.
As usual, her students also offered a lot of exciting and often ridiculous moments. Teaching sex ed to eleven and twelve year old students and the impromptu use of a water bottle for a condom demonstration when the tienda was out of bananas had proven to be the gems of her month. However she was also reduced to giggles at the skits put on by her Teen Health Promotors in their final classes, as well as the impromptu relocation of a huge armoire by a group of elementary school students.
Time was indeed moving forward and while she felt stuck between two worlds and two lives, Becca tried to just hold on and enjoy her final weeks in her beautiful Peru.
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