Last night I went to bed with hiking socks on pulled up to my knees, long pants, a long shirt, a sweat shirt, a hat and a scarf wrapped around my head and neck. I looked ridiculous (Scott confirmed this) and I was STILL cold. (To the grandparents of Lucas and Sydney...relax. For some reason, the kids are not as cold as we are. They just don´t seem to feel it as much as we do. They rarely complain. Don´t worry. They are bundled up.)
When you wake up from a cold sleep and it is your day to shower (we only shower every other day), you would look forward to a shower in the morning, right? Wrong! My showers are miserable.
They warned us. Maximo Nivel told us the water pressure and heat are variable in the homes and I thought, "I am tough. I can handle it." The truth is, I am not handling it. I´ve lost my mind on shower day. I started to talk to the shower like it is alive and we need to negociate terms. I bargain with it saying, "We are in this thing together and we should cooperate with one another. If you keep a good temperature and reasonable pressure, I will be quick so you can relax for a while." The damn thing never listens. Today my shower started off too hot for about 10 seconds then quickly turned freezing. I couldn´t stand it. I was out in 60 seconds and shivering.
I am not being snobby. I promise. There is a guy here we volunteer with who has been around the world (He happens to be a student at Ohio State University--GO BUCKS!) He was in Africa and said the African bucket showers are much (MUCH!) better than the shower experiences he has in Peru. Here is how his African showers worked.
- You lather yourself up
- Pour a bucket over your head.
- That´s all! You´re clean.
So please...be grateful today and every day for the means by which we get ourselves clean in the United States. I love the people and our experiences here, but I will not miss the Peruvian shower situation at all. Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....