Mi primero domingo. (My first Sunday.)

So I wake up this morning with 13 hours of sleep under my belt, and feeling pretty decent. I sit in bed for a while and contemplate two choices. Do I want to stay home and veg all day again, or do I want to try to go out? I end up deciding that I’ll be determined to feel better through self-hypnosis. My theory was, if I got ready like any other day, taking care to my image and hygiene as I normally would, and act as I would if I were feeling normal, then I would feel normal.

So after taking my time in getting ready, because though I was feeling better, it still took a bit longer tan normal, I went downstairs to find everyone recovering from the party the night before. We’ve all missed breakfast from sleeping in, and decide to head to Jack’s for breakfast. So about twenty minutes later we leave the house and begin on our way. Of course, Liz and I only took five minutes or so to get our stuff together, and ended up waiting on the boys to leave. Funny isn’t it, when the guys take longer than the girls. But Jake explained that that was a stereotype, and usually only applied to nighttime. Girls only take longer when getting ready for a night out, but the rest of the time, guys are allowed their longer preparation time. We decide to walk over to Jack’s, not really caring too much about time on a Sunday morning/afternoon. When we get there, we wait about ten minutes to get seated at two separate tables across the restaurant from each other. But really, this was about food and not socializing, so we had no qualms about the seating setup. I had my breakfast favorite: French Toast and a Strawberry/Lime Frappe. It was so amazingly delicious I was rejoicing silently about feeling better. Later on, we walked on over to the Plaza, deciding it’d be best to walk off the food rather than taxi it. We check the time, and Jake brings up that a football game is about to be on, so we head towards Real McCoys (the English Pub) to catch the game on their nice LCD. It’s a Chelsea vs. Man U game, which ends up in a draw, but was good to watch. During the game, Ben, Simon, Yuen and I play Rummikub, which is actually a pretty fun game. Of course, the game was always paused when we stopped to look up at the TV and forgot whose turn it was. After about three games, I moved on over to one of the bean bags and read a few women’s magazines which is a luxury to find here in Cusco. I felt a bit at home again, reading Cosmopolitan and some Australian magazine named Cleo, even though I’m in fact miles and miles away and reading in a pub on a beanbag. =]

When the game finished, we headed home, and dropped into CCC (the big market near our house) because the boys wanted to pick up a futbol. It was a pretty quick trip since everyone was so goal minded, and we were on our way soon again. But only a few blocks later, we wait because the boys drop by the field to see if they can play a game there later on in the day. Some kids say it should be no problem, so we go back home, they change, and we go out again to watch them play. Of course, we get to the place, and find out that the kids knew nothing, and the place isn’t open for a game at this time today. But some local who wanted in on the game takes us to another park where he says the boys can play. But that park is being used for volleyball at the moment, so we decide to give one last place a go. There’s already a game going on, but it won’t be hard to get in on the next game he says. So Liz and I park ourselves on a bench while the boys (Jake, Matt, Ben and Yuen) begin to eye the competition and stretch.

They played three games, and won the second, but lost the first and third. Of course, the locals had no sympathy at all and were trash talking like no other. Plus the rules here are crazy, like how the goalie can pretty much pick up the ball whenever he wants. Or how they’ll kick the ball out of bounds so ridiculously often just so they can throw it in for a better advantage. Maybe I’m a bit defensive, but the locals were rough, and I saw how crazy red and out of breath the boys were getting from the huge exertion at this altitude. Liz kept teasing me about how into the game I was getting, yelling out extremeties and what not. (I guess it is hereditary, Mommy!)

We went back home after they were done and sat around the couch and relaxed until dinner time. Dinner was pretty good, some chicken soup and fried rice (which I couldn’t finish because my appetite’s still not fully back) and some rice pudding for dessert (which I couldn’t have because I have to avoid dairy). We sit around the couch some more, listening to music and relaxing, and end up watching Goldeneye. It’s at least the second time for most of us, and a lot of us are a lot older now than we were when we first watched it, so we’re constantly laughing at the music choices and cheesy dialogue. We also spend a good deal of time reminiscing about the N64 game and how awesome it was to play in multiplayer. By the way, a little shoutout to the CBs (Chloe, Chris, Chad and Chase), if yall still have the game and the console, I’m so down to play when I get home. =]

Now, I’m ready to sleep so I can get ready for the beginning of a new week, which I’m expecting to be just as fun if not more than this past one.

Missing you all. xxoo