Sunday, January 23, 2011

Unknowingly Shmoozing

My friend Cynthia is good friends with the dean of her university Priest Johan Huys Leuridan (photo here) . Recently, I also have started a friendship with the man. He likes talking philosophy which I wish I knew more of so I could enter into much more profound debates with him.

Today, we went to visit him and encountered a señora eating some of his stock of wine and cheese. He had us sit down, I tried to start a conversation:

Me: So, what have you been talking of?
Señora: Oh, we have been discussing politics.
Me: Oh. Well I suppose I will be useless to your conversation. I know nothing about the politics of Peru!

After we left...

Cynthia: Eden! Do you know who that woman was? She is the mother of the prime minister of Peru!

 

 

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Parallel Blogging

Since Paul has been down, he has been blogging about my life so if you want to know what I have been doing I would look at what he has written.

As Paul mentioned in his blog, at one point we found ourselves making havoc one night in a small town in the mountains.

When we decide to search abandoned houses, Miguel pulls up to one that is less abandoned.

We try to stop him.



Eden: Um, Miguel, remember? This house isn't abandoned. I think there was someone living here from the last time you tried to break in.

Miguel: We have to make sure that the car is always in the position to drive off quickly...(he parks the car in flight position) Alright lets go.



We all get out of the car, hear dogs barking and then immediately all of us but Miguel get back in. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, there is a really creepy guy looking right at us from the house. Everyone gasps in fright and Miguel runs back to the car.


Miguel: Shoot! A dead guy! Lets get out of here!

Cynthia: No, let me talk to him (she shouts from her window cheerfully) Hello! We were just wanting to know...is the house abandoned or is it enchanted?

Hooded man: (doesn't respond but shakes his head slowly)

Cynthia: Alright then lets go.

Miguel: Look! He vanished!



Sure enough, the hooded fellow has disappeared into the darkness as quickly as he came. We leave quickly and drive by a couple of people sitting on the side of the road.


Miguel: Good evening sirs, have you seen any dead people?



Finally, we get pack to the hotel. The door is locked so after uselessly knocking on the door Miguel finds a way to break in. While he is going through the secret passage he found, the hotel grounds keeper (who looks like a Peruvian Argus Filtch) finally opens up the door for us.


Argus Filtch: Why are you young people out so late? Its almost midnight?

Miguel: (comes up from behind the old guy) Yeah! Whats taken you guys so long? Where have you been?



The next day, we finally make it back to Lima. When we get into the car, Paul continues to read his fantasy novel called "the endless light" or something.


Cynthia: We have been in the world of the mountains, now we are in the world of Lima but Paul continues to be in the world of Fantasy light.