Today, I’m leaving for Lima to spend the rest of my vacation there. I am very excited about my 6-week trip because I’ll get to see my family:
Last May, as part of my trip to Europe, I was invited to spend almost a week with two very good friends, Vanessa and Oliver, who used to live in Durham (“Dur-home”, as we called it) in 2010 and 2011 but currently live in Villanueva, a quite small town in Asturias, Spain, (aprox. 200-ish inhabitants).
(Villanueva, an extremely bucolic place)
I met them through a friend who studied Literature with me at college and who went to high school with Vanessa’s sister. We became friends very quickly since both Oliver and Vanessa (my dear “vuitres” –sorry, an inside joke–) share common interests with me: they love wine and cooking, have a witty and politically incorrect sense of humor (very British of Oliver), and are always excited about cultural studies, feminism, Marxism, and so on (as a matter of fact, Vanessa attended some Fred Jameson’s lectures at Duke with me when I took his course on diverse versions of King Arthur’s story). When I visited them in Spain, their baby, Amaru, was just few months old:
My best friend, Teresa, just bought two guinea pigs: H and M. After some treacherous events in the last 36 hours (I accidentally dropped H so she hit her arm on the wall and has been limping since; there was an original M but she was bigger than H so there was some territorial conflict between each other; we went to the pet store to replace the original M with a “new M” and then to the vet to see how grave H’s injury was…), both of them are now sleeping in a cage full of alfalfa, kale, hay, and carrots at Teresa’s place. H and new M seem to get along with each other very well: they hung out and made their typical “happy squeaking” while Teresa and I were watching an episode of Veronica Mars. This is the first photo of H ever, and hopefully I’ll post a picture of M soon. Say hi, H!
Petting H while watching TV reminded me of my Peruvian cat: Clovis. She’s 14 years old already meaning she has accompanied me during my entire youth. Continue reading “On Guinea Pigs and a Peruvian Cat…”