Weather: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dckdQHuDdcw (In addition to the wonderful lyrics the date given at the beginning of this could be today in Sucre.)
Llama Count: Again a happy 0.
As I left the hostel rather late this morning, having survived the haute cuisine of the previous evening sheeps cheese and aubergine. I was greeted by the worlds most out of tune brass band. Apparently it was the anniversary of one of the Sucre´s schools. This meant the boys got to play with brass instruments. Meanwhile the girls donned high heeled leather boots, knicker grazing mini skirts, blue and white corset tops, and with a fashion nodd towards the american majorette they were carrying (like handbags) sticks with fluffy pompoms on the end. I think the girls might have been contributing to the band´s tuning problem. Anyway they played what I presume might have been the national anthem (if you had the ears of a super duper ultra proud parent) in the main Plaza.
According to my long suffering tutor my freanish is excellent, however, today it was time to take it one step further and learn proper Spanish. The greatest excitement of the day was the appearance of worksheets. I haven´t had worksheets to complete for years, no annoying grown up eco-friendly copying out and replacing words. Instead the pure simple pleasure of filling in the gaps of widely spaced A4 heaven. Two hours later I feel wiped out, worksheet overload has hit, and with the sugar crash of a sherbet doped toddler I wander out of school in a haze. The most important thing I have learnt is that for the past three weeks I have been telling everyone I feel married as opposed to tired, a classic casada/ cansada mix up. This probably explains the mysterious reply and bemusement received from an Argentinian man whilst mountain biking down a hill in Tilcara; he wanted to know how long I had been tired for, and didn´t seem to understand the phrase five minutes.
This evening I watched a Mexican film called Sex Shame and Tears. Imagine large amounts of frenetic Spanish shouting and all of the above three elements, and you will have probably have saved yourself three hours of pain and will never have to watch the film.
One final note despite all of the above... I love Sucre.
Volunteering begins tomorrow.
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