Today officially marks my second week here in Peru, my first week here in the "little fisherman's town" known as Huanchaco. I wish I could fully portray how simultaneously grounding and surreal this experience has been thus far. I've been stripped. It began on the plane and has steadily continued to stream off of me like dirt and oil washes off in a warm, soapy bath. It's the responsibility, the stress, the expectations. It's judgement, superiority and inferiority. It's the conversations about haves and have nots, career moves..."what are you going to do with the rest of your life?" It's the rules, the restrictions, and the precautionary guidelines. It's everything that creates the illusion of comfort and safety. It's everything that makes me feel like a foreigner in a my own land when I don't stay
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