Yesterday I left my first host family in Servas and set off for my next one, which I connected with back in Sacramento when my Spanish was completely unintelligible (currently people understand the words I say but they´re fairly meaningless: “yes i like fish nights”). Anyways, typical of my 3 year old SERVAS list, the guy who is actually in SERVAS now lives in Berkeley but his family was more than happy to put me up. More than that, they got really excited about showing me around and hanging out. Last night some of my host´s friends took me out to a Peña, a kind of bar where they play the traditional music of black peruvians. Between sets, they play music and everyone dances but during the sets, people sit at long tables and appreciate the official dancers. At some point in the night there was a dancing competition between everyone who was not Peruvian. I was hauled up in front of probably 150 people and had to dance by myself for about a minute in a spotlight with a live band while everyone clapped along in time. There were about 10 other people and I ended up winning wby audience applause and got a big trophy filled with beer. Apparently I can dance now.

Today I went to the beach with my hosts. The beachfront is a lot like Tel Aviv´s (but cold) and has many modern looking buildings. It´s weird how some amenities are available and some not. For instance the very affluent house that I´m staying in has unlimited internet but no hot water. I think hot water is rare and no one seems very excited about the concept.

Every day there is new fruit to discover. Many are the same but larger. For instance: 4 kilo papayas. But there are just some crazy fruits that are hard to describe. Many of these are used as popular ice cream flavors.

Tomorrow I will leave these hosts (2 night rule) and check into a hostal. It will be good to talk to other travellers and get tips. Maybe meet people who´re also travelling. I´ve stopped into two hostals so far just to check them out. I get a funny feeling from them. There´s a really interesting aura surrounding them that it’s hard to put my finger on. I´m sure I{ll start writing about it as soon as I start staying in them. I remember feeling a little isolated and alone in hostels of South Africa. It´s infinitely better to stay with people: I constantly practice my Spanish, which has still not regained its former glory. It´s like being a tourist is my job and when I come home from work I can just be a visitor for awhile. When you stay at hostels you´re a tourist all the time. It´s a nice feeling to be able to switch it up a little.

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