I love my school! There are a hand full of administrators and teachers, they are mostly female and everyone is incredible sweet and patient. There are only about ten students right now and they range from my retard level to absolute advanced level of ambassadors and language teachers brushing up an advanced literature. They are all almost entirely awesome. We all have three beaks a day between classes. The school puts out coffee, tea, water, juice, a snack and crackers every day for all the breaks. There is a mother like woman that walks around preparing the snacks and making sure that everyone is eating. Every Friday and Monday they do something for people that are either coming or going. Most everyone helps prepare food or clean and so on and then everyone sits around and talks in broken Spanish/English, shares stories, and eats.
On Fridays they provide the national alcohol of Peru called Pisco, and make the traditional drink called Pisco Sour. Pisco is basically a distilled grape with the flavor some where between vodka and a light smooth subtle tequila. It surprisingly is not that bad. The drink however, is not that great, it is Pisco, Goma (a type of sweet clear syrup for drinks) the clear part of an egg, a bunch of fresh lime and a dash of Angoras Bitters. They shake the cocktail in a shaker until frothy and drink. The jury is still out on what I think about it. I think I would be inclined to like it if we lost the Goma and egg. I will take one for the team, and experiment with the alcohol on behalf of all Americans and get back to you.
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