This is covering like 3 weeks of stuff… so it’s a long one! But there´s pictures, so that´s cool, right?! Click them to make them big!

Yo, whats up? I’ve not blogged in a long time, and I’m really really sorry. It’s been a lazy few weeks in times of spare time, because I’ve been spending longer hours at the casas, and it’s also getting hotter. It’s officially spring (I think)… So yeah it’s pretty roasting. Some of the tias were talking about the heat in summer and I’m absolutely dreading it haha! So a lot to say about the last few weeks… Here´s a few photos just to get you in the peru zone though, where we´re living etc.


Our little Casa (artistically done can I just say...)


My picture wall, looking very bare!


Inside our pretty little house, drying the washing.


Made me and Chlo matching door signs. I am such a good partner!


Firstly... I had a rough week where I really wanted to go home. It had a lot to do with the fact of it being my dad’s birthday, and it made me really miss my own little casa, back in sunny (ha!) Hertfordshire. I really miss my family, although this first month has slipped by and I’m just avoiding thinking about them really. Being separated by a hemisphere really puts things into perspective about life back home and you realise who your friends really are and who matters. When I was at my lowest it wasn’t the people I would have expected to help me out, and fortify me. It’s really been clarified when you compare my room with Chlo’s. On my wall are pictures of my family, some pictures I asked Lauren to print for me, and one card from Jenny. Chlo has about 10 or 11 cards, and one of her friends has written her letters to open every month. Sigh. I can’t wait to get some letters and pictures to put up on my wall, but I don’t think they’ll be from who I expect! Also would people please, please remember they can email me at Lana.mayp@gmail.com. It’s not helped by the fact Chlo overheard the tias bitching about us, and I’ve heard a few snide comments, obviously thinking I wouldn’t overhear. Grrrr. It made me wonder what I’m actually doing here. I’m obviously no help at all, and I don’t exactly see the point other than me being a burden. Well, the kids make up for it.



(left to right) Carlitos, David and Emiliano


Me swinging Carlitos about. Think this is a pretty cool photo, ngl.


Standard Emiliano at meal time


Carlitos being his usual cute self.


Me (being a bitch) and winding Paolo up. He actually started crying, but I still thought it was funny...


Carlitos´s brilliant facial expression!


On the note of the kids, they really do make up for it, like a lot. My new fave is Carlitos (don’t tell anyone though). He’s really quiet and seems really shy, but when he comes out of his shell he’s such a character! It’s brilliant. He has this little strut and this face he pulls, and then he also has this one song he sings, which goes “oh oh oh, yeah uh yeah uh yeah!” So comical! What makes it even better is seeing him with his big brother Josue (who is only 5). They were found on the street together a few months ago, and Josue used to find the food for his, well he must have been a little younger than 2 year old brother. The only way they know how old they are and their names is because of him. They aren’t 100% on their ages, but they did it by weight. Although I think Josue must be older than only 5, because he’s remarkably grown up. But I suppose living on the street and providing for your baby brother brings that side out of you. Josue still looks out for him all the time, it’s actually the most touching thing. Then there’s Leonardo… and honestly, I just love that little boy. He’s a proper cuddler, and he gives the best ones! Proper squeezes the life out of you, like he doesn’t ever want you to let go. I pretended to be a baby once to wind him up and now he’s like “tu el bebito, si?” Every moment he gets to ask haha. That’s alter ego no. 2, my main one is the “lobo” or the wolf… where I gobble up naughty children haha, and just chase them around a bit. It’s quite fun if I’m honest… That’s not all about the boys but I’ve gone on enough about them.

So onto the little girls… We got a new little baby, she’s such a sweet heart, and so chubby and cuddly, shame doctor says no cuddles! No… really, the doctor said we can’t keep cuddling her because she’ll get too accustomed to them. It’s sad because she cries a lot, and it must have been hard for her, being brought into a house full of noisy kids and people she didn’t know and just being left in her cot a lot of the time. When the head honcho tia (who is the only one who really enforces the rule) isn’t about I give her a big cuddle. When she came she had two horrible cuts on her face.. her dad gave them to her. Her mum came in the next day to drop off some clothes for her, and apparently she was really young, much younger than me. Paquita said she didn’t even seem upset at all, which is weird. But I’m sure Camilla will have a better life here, and will most certainly be adopted. Then theres Andrea… she’s so temperamental, it’s hilarious. She is soooo precocious, but that can be excused, she’s only about one and a half or so I think… She doesn’t talk at all and does the, being all cute and innocent then wacking one of the others really hard thing well. Oh my god and feeding her… I swear to god, she just picks and chooses when she’s going to be difficult for the banter. I was trying to feed her a banana and she threw such a fit she ended up covered in the bloody stuff. I honestly almost screamed at her. Sometimes it’s so difficult not to lose your temper when they’re being difficult. She actually spat banana at me, which pissed me off so much because I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to wash that skirt after wearing it only once, and don’t call me skanky, hand washing is a bitch.


Me and the new little baby, Camilla.


Way too proud of this drawing hahahah!


Babba Camilla and I (again)


On the note of the psychologist, I actually think he’s alright and quite funny. He pops by to see the kids every so often, although today haha, he did make a really awkward comment. He was like “that skirt really suits you”… and honestly, it was a knee length floaty black skirt, my mums actually, and yeah… not particularly attractive or anything! Then he went on to tell me that my top suited me too, and that he liked the spots. I just laughed and shouted to chloe across the way, with the kids in the park and told her, then turned round and said “But thanks.” Haha, sooooooo awkward, but I maintain the hope it was with the purest of intentions that he said that.

Hmmm… oh and me and Chlo went to the local night club… called Bongoes the other day. It was fun, what I can remember of it. The security guards were taking the piss out of me for a while though haha. Oh well, it was a rough week, and I blame it on the jugs of beer being on offer for 8 soles… like 2 pounds, which is pretty good (and Chlo not liking beer). Anyway, it felt good to let loose for once. I had fun, although me and Chlo didn’t make any new friends, and I’m pretty sure the “dj” was actually an iTunes playlist, but it was pretty good! I got well and truly bongoed, and felt that a weight had been lifted off me. We’re planning on going up to Mancora next week (which is apparently amazing and wicked fun), and I’m trying to think of something awesome to do for her 18th, which is really difficult! If anyone has any suggestions please let me know!



Me and Chlo prepping for Bongoes (not bongoed at all here)

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