During the day, I take the little back alleys to get to the main stretch, La Avendia de Cultura. These alleys aren't normal alleys, because many people have the entrances to their homes here. They're just not marked on a map. In between these alleyways are hidden parks. There's a park I cross by on my walk with a little enclosed sanctuary, and in the sanctuary is a statue of Our Lady of Fatima. We cross ourselves and say a little prayer as we walk by, and usually there are a couple of Quechua women sitting nearby with things for sale. I'll upload a picture of my walk sometime!
Usually, especially in these back streets, the "perros callejeros," street dogs, like to roam. A good portion of the dogs in Cusco are homeless, but most of the dogs I encounter on my walk have owners. Their owners like to let them out to run around and explore all day. This is something that many people back home would not understand, but it's interesting! It seems to me that many people in Cusco think it's not natural to keep a dog indoors. Dogs want to be outside after all; it's their nature.
How do I know that these dogs have families? Aside from the fact that they look well fed for the most part, although not always well groomed, so many of the dogs here wear clothes! The other day, I saw a dog wearing a jumpsuit running like he was on a mission. Just yesterday, as my host mom and I stopped to buy eggs, there was a shaggy dog wearing a Batman costume. Remember, it's cold here. The altitude is over 11,000 feet, and it's approaching Winter. Many of the dogs need to wear clothes in order to stay warm. Regardless, it's funny.
The dog in my house, Chana, wears clothes as well even though she stays indoors. That's because central heating and air doesn't really exist here, so it's even colder inside than outside during the day.
I really need to take pictures of all the interesting things I encounter on my daily walk. For example, across the street is this really morbid looking park. There are huge painted metal slides that resemble dragons, and scattered in between the other rides are demented tribal-looking faces on poles. Beside the park is another place, El centro de cultura. It's a small building where there are gatherings, birthdays, and even funerals. Tonight is El concurso de payasos. Clowns! Yikes...
|Chana on my bed|
You can get a picture of what it's been like day to day. It's very familiar but very strange at the same time. I really am on the opposite half of the globe.