Yesterday was my last day in Huancayo. It was bittersweet, as I was excited for my next adventure, but, despite only living there for a few weeks, I felt like I made a home there during my temporary tenure and I'm going to miss the life I had. One thing I won't miss, however, is the cacophony of morning sounds (the garbage truck music, people banging on the metal door, the fruit vendors, etc.) that ensure I woke up at least one hour before I needed to be awake (I guess it was good to start practicing for my re-entrance into the "real world"). There's a lot I´m going to miss though: * The Volunteers: I originally thought that most of the volunteers would be from North America, Britain, or Australia since a big piece of
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