the first day i learned a new, valuable word. all the ladies were telling my how my boss, who visited last year is so "churro!" from all the hand fanning the face and play fainting, i guess it's a synonym for guapo. really guapo. and i ask, of, do you think roberto, (the other bolivian colleague who visits often) is churro too? and all the dishes stop clinking and they kinda wrinkle their face like i gave them a paper cut in their eye. yes, roberto is...simpatico.
oooh can't wait to tell roberto!
so then the chicas were discussing our plans for the evening, sorting through the long list of dancing clubs with their assorted range of clingy sweaty dancefloor guys, and where you go to bring your boyfriend, or find one.we should take aurelgrooves here, no, how about here, oooh there is even better!
wait, does aurelgrooves have a boyfriend?
yes. and he's churro!
oh, but that means we can't go anywhere, que lastima!
well, wait, he's not in peru, right? we are in peru, so we will do what we do in peru.
and so i ask, no boyfriends for you, chicas?
the answer is always the same, hell no! too much trouble, estoy soltera, peru no nunca sola, hehe.
|part I: happy hour. so sour!|
|just a couple of colleagues|
|lovely bathroom decorations|
|only one who braves dancing with the gringa|