WHY am I doing this?!?! you barely remember how you got yourself into this mess.
That just what happened to me. The mess that I got myself into is-
bringing a cake.
Let me tell you how it happened:
On Thursday, a little less than a month ago, (I really do not remember how it happened) but I told the teachers in the school that I would be bringing a cake. I do not remember how the conversation got to this subject, but they somehow made me say that I will be bringing cake on the following Tuesday. It was a conversation of three of four other teachers and myself, and they all started getting excited saying: I am not going to eat ANYTHING this weekend so that I will have more space for the enormous cake YOU will be bringing.
OR I can already imagine how this cake will be, five or six FAT layers HAHAHA with flowers, leaves from Willka Tika.
With a BIG smile on the face...
So finally that Tuesday came, and I was great full that I did not have to make that cake because that day I went to the JUNGLE :) !!
And I forgot about that silly cake.
Last week, when I came back to school and met Jessica on the bus, she said- the teachers were very upset that you did not bring the cake.
When I got to the school, Madalaine, the teacher of "my fourth grade" asked, Where is the cake?
not in a very joking-tone. The teacher of the third graders, Matilda, said- did you forget to bring hte cake AGAIN?
I said to both of them that I will be bringing that cake some time in the next three weeks, just before I leave. They gave me a disappointed face- we have to wait THAT long?
I thought to myself- have these teachers NEVER eaten a cake in their lives?
On the following Thursday, in the early morning when all the teachers gathered around, going into the car, Madalaine asked me again when are you going to bring the cake?
In the afternoon- the same question.
Matilda and the fifth grade Sylvia have invited me to stay a night at the school- because they leave so far away. they stay up in the mountains during the week- they have their little houses and go back home on the weekends.
That day I decided- I will not becoming to the school on Tuesday, and on Thursday I will stay the night, bring the bloody cake then and that would also be the last time I would go up.
That was last week. Tomorrow- Thursday- has come, and the cake is still not made. 2:30 in the afternoon. Because there are not guests in WIllka TIka, there is also no food. No butter. No flour. And I have no idea what kind of cake I will be making. Even less how am I going to carry it and squish in the bus, later in a car with 10 other people?
This is the gate to the school- which tomorrow I will enter, leave the next day and never look back.
The school- all class rooms are here visible except for the 5th and 6th- there are on the building cut out on the right.
Wednesday- today- lunch time.
I have no cake recipe and I really do not want to go and print something out of the internet.
I ask Antonia for her help. She says no problem. What kind of cake do you want to make?
I do not really know. Anyway, she says, there is nothing here. You have to go to Urubamba to get the ingredients. Here, with all the fields, no one buys flour and butter. AND, all the things that we need will not costs you less than 15, 20 soles.
OR you can buy a cake for 40 or 60 soles- already made and decorated.
No thank you.
One of the workers just went off to Urubamba to get some food for unexpected guests. I HOPE that he brought the things we need...
The building of the never-used-library.
Carol has started a new project at the school, which she wanted to do during the holidays but never got the permissions for. Just in front of the library there is a little hill. On top of that hill the kitchen, a part of the playing ground and the two houses of the teachers stand. The older students have constructed a volleyball net in the middle of all of this. Volleyball is surprisingly a very beloved game here- sometimes even more than football. This mountain was once filled with grass but is now mostly mud due to the fact that the children play there so often. Carol's project is to straighten out that hill. She started yesterday. Came with tractors, machines and two architects from Willka Tika. She called 120 parents, mostly men with two women to help her do the job. The ground is very hard and full of rocks, so the job after one day is not finished.
The entrance door- the small, yellow house-through the door- is the kitchen. All of the earth in between that and the red lines inside the school will be made into terraces. I am not really sure how this will look but I do hope it will be for their benefit .
The whole school- without the building to the left- is on quite a steep hill.
The building to the left is a kinder garden.
The very beginning of Poques. The 'walls' of the kinder garden are seen here. The house just left of the road in the background is Willy's house. I went there once for breakfast. It was quite an experience- chickens, guinea pigs and a cat are running and catching every little piece of food, before it even manages to fall on the floor. Outside there is a HUGE pig- eating all day. The houses are surprisingly big - with two stories...
I am going to see what is happening with that cake...
and hopefully I do not have to go to Urubamba.
fingers crossed...
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