Clase en la FAP y Salsa

Test today at El Sol!  A simple one page test that I think I did okay on, but of course we shall see later.  After El Sol we went to the FAP (Air Force school) to teach our second class in English.  Turns out that we will be with different classes each day, and today we got moved to the Basic level.  The kinds here were still shy but participated much more than our past class.  We reviewed different foods with them, and then they surprised us with a treat, Papa Hauicana, boiled potatoes with a slightly spicy white/yellow sauce.  They were very cute and one videotaped us as we spoke, which will hopefully not end up on Youtube.


After we learned more about the history of Peru in another lecture by a FAP professor.  She taught us about Peruvian history including clothing, social classes and typical crops.  The student who sat next to me was very nice and often checked in to make sure that I was understanding everything.  He said that he had been studying English for 8 years, and although he was very worried when speaking he made few if any mistakes.  


After lecture we went outside and talked to some of the students while others played volleyball and basketball.  I wasn't feeling so good and I was wearing boots so I just talked to one of the students.  Next we returned to El Sol for free salsa classes at 6!  Can't tell you how much more I enjoy scripted dances over free-for-all dancing.  After enjoying a good hour of dancing I walked back home and ate 2 bowls of soup.  


After dinner I talked a little to the Japanese man staying at our house.  He will study Spanish here for 1 year and after work for his company as they try and profit from the minerals here in Peru.  He said that he also spoke English, but couldn't understand Dana, Syeda and I when we talk because it is too rapid.  (Phew!)  His Spanish is obviously much better than mine, but he listened patiently while I tried to explain a bit of my life.


Tonight we go to a Peruvian dance show and tomorrow Caral!


Lessons Learned:

1. Sketchy taxis with only a sticker in the window and no actual sign are SO much better than actual taxis.  Our driver spoke English, charged less and got us directly to where we were going.
2. Evidently when people hoot and whistle at you here it is legitimately meant as a compliment and not as some creepy/sketchy come on.  I guess that makes me feel better?