3 de Octubre

On Sunday night, we headed to Hippie Sunday. Hippie Sunday is a gathering of hippies on the beach every Sunday night. They play drums, juggle fire, chant, sell hemp jewelry, lay on hammocks, etc. However, the municipality, and the rich people that live in the fancy apartments next to the beach, decided to shut it down. So when we got there there were like 20 cops and drug dogs, and they said that it could continue, but with no music, no fire, and no drugs. So that kind of took the wind out of Hippie Sunday's sails and everyone started leaving, so we walked over to Larcomar to watch a movie.


Yesterday, I went with Mary and María Elena back to the pueblo joven 3 de Octubre. We went back to the school, because there were kids there this time, and spent a couple of hours in the 3-year-olds room. They were adorable. Like all kids in Perú, they kept trying to give us their food during snack time. One of the girls kept walking over from her table and handing us her animal crackers one at a time. Then the kid next to her left his table and she started handing us his cookies.
They acted out The Three Little Pigs for us, and at noon, we left and went to the house of one of the leaders of 3 de Octubre so I could interview him for my Anthro class final project.
It was really interesting. We sat in his garage and he told us about how he came there during the "invasion" in 1968, and his house started out being made of straw matting. Today it's a nice 3 floor cement house. He talked about how when they came everything was sand, and you couldn't drive on the roads because your wheels got stuck. You could barely walk because your feet sunk in the sand so much. People had to carry water tanks up the hill, and dig outhouses behind their houses because there was no plumbing. After 8 years, they got recognition as a pueblo joven, which means the government helped them a little with the construction of basic services. Now, he lives in a 3 story house made of cement, and nicely painted. And it all started out as a shack made of straw matting.
Afterwards, Mary and I went to Parque Kennedy in Miraflores to grab a sandwich and a lúcuma shake at La Lucha (best sandwiches ever). Then I headed home to study.