Nothing Goes As Planned–And That’s Good

Peru is a country of surprises. Yesterday I woke up to find that my host mother had spent the night before baking me an orange cake. When I strolled into the kitchen she offered me the whole cake and a mugful of hot chocolate. Then she pushed a candle into the top of the cake and lit it. Admittedly, it was my 21st birthday, and this was certainly not the most unexpected thing that had happened in the kitchen. The night before the solstice I came home at 9 pm to be dragged into the kitchen and urged to participate in a session with a clairvoyant. He happened to be both a family friend and a ghost hunter whose name was the Spanish equivalent of Julius Caesar. Fortunately, I now know that I’m going to grow up to be a brilliant, successful man. What a comfort.

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