I went back to Pacasmayo this past Friday and spent the weekend with the kids at Casa de Paz. I had only been gone for 10 days but it felt a lot longer until I was finally on the bus headed back. I think I'm beginning to grasp what it must feel like to be a single parent with shared custody and only being able to see your kid(s) on the weekends. The building excitement through the week, the instant joy of seeing them, and the sinking feeling of saying goodbye.
We didn't do anything spectacular or out of the ordinary this weekend but we had a lot of fun. We started playing marbles because the kids here in Trujillo taught me and so I thought that I would be able to beat the kids in Pacasmayo because I never once saw them play in all the time I was there. But I was wrong, I think Peruvian boys are born with the ability to play with tops and marbles. They all brought out their marbles which I had no idea they had and proceeded started to school me.
Right now I'm back safe in Trujillo and looking forward to starting this week of my new routine. Getting back from Pacasmayo took a little longer than I hoped because the bus line that I wanted to take didn't have any
tickets so I took a different one that ends up on the wrong side of Trujillo. So I had to wonder around Trujillo for awhile trying to find the right "mico" to arrive to the orphanage. Next week I will make sure to get my bus ticket early and it should save me some time.
I just thought of this but its really funny so I decided to come back and edit it in. I've got the boys at the Pacasmayo orphanage playing the safety/doorknob game. You know the game where if you fart you have to call safety before someone else calls doorknob and if you don't call safety first then you have to run to a doorknob and touch it all the while you are free game for anyone to punch you as hard as they want. That has been a great source of entertainment as of late and has caused a lot of epic battles, as well as strangely increased the amount of gas passed or at least increased the amount of known gas passed. My favorite doorknob call so far has been on Gerson. This morning he was still half asleep in his bed and he let one fly, he was fully awakened by his little brother Joel yelling "puerta" at him and punching him awake.