Day 11- Lima

Today, I went to class after breakfast. Each Friday, I have a grammar exam during my language class. My professor at the school wasn't aware I was supposed to take a test and told me that we only had culture exams there. I was nervous because I hadn't prepared for a culture exam, but fortunately another teacher brought me my exam during class. I made a few careless errors because it's hard for me to concentrate while other people are talking, but we graded it in class and I did okay. 
After my culture class, we had a brief toast with pisco sours; apparently, we do this every Friday at El Sol. I was nervous about time, since we had to grab lunch quickly and eat our food in the cab ride over to El Polo for our second day of teaching. We ended up getting there with no time to spare, and were directed to a different classroom than the first time, switching from advanced English to basic. We had to adjust our lesson plan based on their language abilities and the fact that we hadn't already taught them anything. We discussed their favorite foods and introduced different places/ways to eat in America, such as restaurants, diners, drive thrus, take out and more. They presented us with local food; I can't remember what the dish is called, but it had potatoes, eggs and a spicy yellow sauce. 
We all felt like celebrities walking outside of the classroom, because everybody wanted to meet us Americans. They asked us to write down our names; I think this was mainly out of curiosity, but others wanted to add us on Facebook.
We walked to the same lecture room, where we learned about local food, costumes and culture. We learned the difference among different races, such as mestizos (a general term for mixed races) and mulatos (a person with one white parent and one black parent). 
After our history lecture, I was very tired and waited for a ride home. I didn't leave until two hours later because everybody was socializing with the students and playing volleyball and basketball. When I got home, I ate dinner and had bread, chicken, rice, carrots and peas. I told my family I had to get ready to go out because Monica was taking us to a Peña, a different type of club in Peru where people sit down and see a show (I learned that some Peñas only let you watch, while others let you dance, too. Monica chose that particular one because we could dance). Peñas feature famous Peruvian singers, including "musica criolla" (typical Peruvian music) and afro Peruvian music, which gained its roots from black slaves who worked in the mines along the Peruvian coast, and features. We went to Peña Rompe y Raja and listened to live performances and dancing from all over Peru.

It was a lot of fun and I stayed out until 2am, then went straight to bed.