Sunday Morning...

This morning I am walking around like it is Sunday Morning and rightfully so, it is Sunday. I know half of the shit I write on here the average person would not understand but this blog was never meant for that person to understand, it was meant for my friends and family to understand. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Ok...that was ridiculous and pointless. This week was long and is still not over. I was in Pisco, a city an hour and a half away from where I live for three days doing some work. I came back relaxed for a day and then came back into my capital city to have our departmental meeting. Which in fact, always proves to be interesting because it´s the time of month that I get to reunite with 14 of my favorite Peace Corps Volunteers. I hope you can understand where I am going with this...I am currently feeling like poop. Last night was Saturday...today is Sunday. Ok, now that we have gotten that over with. I am good, still in Peru. I never really have anything interesting to say on this blog. This week I am planning on finishing up the diagnostic I have been doing about my community. Then I want to set up some meetings to talk to people about starting a trash program. Yup....I live in Peru :)

Middle Class Guilt from a Hotel Room Balcony

I´ve been thinking about this for a while now. I feel bad. Most of the time for being middle class, for having the opportunity to work a good job, to study, to travel, to buy expensive shoes. I feel guilty. People want to see the world, but they don´t realize the sad reality that exists underneath it all.

Taking six months off from your hollywood job to travel latin america does not make you an expert on this reality. This reality is cold even when it´s hot. These people spend all of their lives searching for something that will help them provide a better future for their children. You spend your whole life searching for someone elses reality. Doesn´t it seem so ironic. These people whose reality you need to know so badly would give their lives to escape this reality but none the less you need to see it. You need to see it, so that you can sit around with your educated friends, the ones that have traveled the world and talk about all of the sadness that exists. Or better yet you can watch it from your Hotel Room Balcony.