Paola, the little one, is finally
old enough to start school this year. Which means Fabiola, her mom, had decided
to finish studying to be a nurse technician. Like with most medically related
programs in the world, here in Peru you have to do “practicante” (practicum)
hours to qualify as a nurse technician. Basically she has to work every day for
three months and then she’ll be done. I am SO excited for her to get back to
it. She seems super excited and I think it’s great that she has her eye set on
a job. In fact I am grinning ear to ear at the thought…….but we’re going to set
that aside for a second as I tell you about the night before her third day of
work.
Fabiola
finally had time to go by her nurse’s uniform, complete with the white shoes.
When I came into the dining room for dinner she, Senora Norka and Aldo were
having a discussion about said shoes. Turns out they weren’t quite the right
size; just a little too small and they were talking about ways to make them fit
better. I couldn’t really figure out why Aldo was so adamant that Fabiola “use just
the newspaper” to try to stretch the shoes until my host mom chimed back in
with her idea again. Apparently she had heard that if you covered shoes in “piche”
you could then stretch them out. “Piche” is Quechua child speak for pee. She
actually tried to send Jean Paul out of the house to pee on his mom’s shoes.
I
just ate my dinner in silence…….silent laughter that is :P
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