Puno is a lot cuter and more colorful than I expected. It is >12,500 ft so we were feeling kind of swimmy and fatigued. We went out from our hotel to bring home dinner and left Gus to sleep (with a fever now).
BRUNO, above in Uros and below in Tequilla, the last island we visited. Here he explains the differences in the colors and styles of hats and what they each represent; white on top means “single”, red means “married” and the brightly colored one in the next photo, and in the one on Gus, is worn by the town leader.
Ooh my, this place has been both our savior and our bane. Given that you risk your life to try to jog here and that this place is 2 blocks from our house, AND our host family are members, we decided to “apply” to the CLUB International. Gus was SUPER psyched because they have archery! and some kids playing soccer, etc., so we went in with our passports and money. Oh no, you silly, we need to see your :
1). marriage license
2). notarized document proving you are a family (different last names)
3).letter from our host family
4). letter from our spanish class teacher/business owner and
5). notarized passport to be on permanent record there. For a 3 month membership! Marriage license? I literally have no idea where it is…do I even have one? I was married by a distinctly not-traditional woman that I think held some license to marry us?
Anywho, after 6-7 attempts and rejections, they accepted us as members and so we try to go most days, just to upset them. Naw, we’ve now become a bit of a fixture around Arequipa, and the CLUB. People don’t stare quite as long and we’ve actually made a couple of friends. But the Club… not sure these are my people, then again, how would I know given my spanish? I do know that I love yoga on T/H and think of my sweet yoga friends, Theresa, Alessandra, Paté and others. I love the way I feel when PUMP is over and Cliff likes the safety of the track. I love that Gus is taking Archery and Kung Fu and he can walk there safely. But the vibe is a bit too elite for me. I’m really looking forward to a nice bike ride or a jog on Mount Tabor.
They do it differently and I think we should mimic it in the US. When you arrive and pay you choose your seat on a screen, (if you knew how to, you could’ve done this at home before you left). It’s traditional to get soda and a meal and/or ‘pocor’, Peruvian slang for popcorn, but they only have salt- no butter (what!). You carry it on a large tray which attaches to your seat which is pretty slick once you figure it out. Cliff had a hard time at first… “clean-up on row 8”.