so what happened to the cake?

The first one-
turned out like bread.

But it was actually pretty tasty. Just a sponge bread-cake. Antonia told me the recipe just off the top of her head, so I did what she told me to, but then just like that the oven turned off...
Luckily this is not one of those types of cake which take hours to make. 15 minutes. So three others and me made a new one. :)


Now the NIGHT time:

I brought marshmallows- to put over the fire.
The teacher of the third grade, Matilde, a girl from the 9th grade who I have been in contact with from the beginning Yovanna, and her best friend Teofilia- just Teo- were the only one in the school in the night time. Ho yes, there was this other teacher, her name is complicated I get it confused, Felicitad or something like that. Feliz in Spanish is happy, so her name is something happiness. But she was not very happy. She stayed in her room all the time and did not really come out until we called her again and again. So when I showed them how to do the marshmallows, they were so surprised. They said it is like honey- not really but what ever. Matilda was so surprised, laughed all the time when she put her marshmallow on fire. She ate only two or three in fire. The next morning, when she talked to the other teachers, she said that it gave her a headache. Why was she sooo excited about it that night I do not know.

The school at night time. 

Both Yovanna and Teo live on top of a mountain, a part of Poques, two hours away. Yovanna has a little house right next to the school. It is not really a house- it is basically a room. More like a storage room. She does not stay there very often- does not like it.  Both she and Teo go up the mountain everyday after school. There they have electricity, food.  The nigh when I stayed, it was only an exception because I was there, and the three of us would sleep together in that little hut. 

Right next to her house it Willy's house, a boy from the fourth grade. His family is like hers. She calls his parents uncle and aunt, and he is like her little brother. Surprisingly, she only has one older sister- usually they have five, six, seven siblings-  who has been traveling in Argentina and has just come back to Lima. Up there, some people do not even know what Cuzco is. All the white people they see, gringos, come from the United States- that is what they think. So for her sister to go out of Poques and to to other countries- is is rare. None of the Peruvian people I have met here have ever left Peru.

The girl in the orange is Teo, standing in Willy's kitchen. After we ate the marshmallows, we said good-night to the teachers, brought the mattress and blankets which Jessica has in the directory to Yovanna's house and went to Willy's for dinner.  

 Willy's parents own a shop. So that night, almost the end of the weeks, there were five or six men, celebrating the fact that they got a job by drinking chicha. They were all drunk. That was in the shop. Just around the corner is Willy's kitchen, where we went to make something to eat.
Their green kitchen.
 While we were eating leftovers, an elderly man came, drunk, and started talking to me. First in blurry Spanish but then in Quechua. All of a sudden he started crying and crying. What did I DO? Yovanna translated. He said that today he finally got a job, and decided to drink just a little bit, in honor of that fact. So my interpretation of him crying was that because he was drunk,  he thought I was some kind of priest or something, and was asking for my forgiveness.
Later on, Willy's mom threw him out. :)

 Guinea pigs. Cat. When I went to Willy's a while ago with Jessica and Liz there were chickens running all over. This this time there were no chickens. Just 'cuys' running all over, huddling in the corners, trying to get some shelter from the cold.

                 There were many cuys. In a cage, here you see them huddling together. 
 The next day I counted how many there were. There were more than 25 I am sure about that. They were just one ball it was hard to differentiate...

Dinner- we made runtus, eggs in Quechua. This white bubble on the right in the pan is the fried egg. They pure quite a lot of oil, so when the egg is pured in, it make loud noises and these huge bubbles. It was tasty. There was left over tallarin- spaghetti with this sauce. Talarin is usually made in an oven. They pure huge amounts of spaghetti with tomatoes sauce in a backing dish, over that they throw slices of egg and olives. Mix milk, water and lemon juice, pure that over, sprinkle with cheese and and cook until the cheese has melted. This massive pie-like dish comes out. It is tasty.
I do not know how they made the tallrin- they have no one. Probably just tossed everything in a pot. 

Willy and his friend were playing with these ceramic pigs and different animals. I took a picture.   Wily managed to escape. 

From left to right- Yovanna, Teo, Willy and his friend. They have no sink in the house. Just this water bottle filled with water. When we were there, it was almost empty. To clean the dishes they have this pail. Most of the dishes do not fit in there- you can see the pail by Yovanna's feet- see through plastic. They pure a little bit of water in there, and that's how they wash. They do have soap, luckily...

After we ate, we went back to Yovanna's house. I made my bed on the floor. Once the sun goes down, it is almost completely dark. When the moon is out, there is surprisingly a lot of light. But that night there was no moon. I gave Yovanna and Teo one of my three blankets. I slept in my clothes. It was pretty cold in the night...
I was happy when the morning came.
We woke up at 5:50.