In School Again

     Today was the first day of our spanish lessons.  My mother and I went the house of a woman named Luz for four hours this morning, while my father went to a school called Proyecto Peru for three hours.   We did a lot of review today, and hopefully tomorrow will learn something new.  We left around eight and it was about a fifteen-minute walk to Avenita El Sol, where we met our teacher. From there it was another ten blocks to her house, and we took a taxi home.
     On our way back we met my dad walking from his class, and it was very fortunate that we did because we had given the driver the wrong directions and were heading away from home.
     We had pasta for lunch, but the pasta shells were not like any pasta shells we have ever eaten.  They were more than a little nasty.
      Because we have a kitchen here we have been eating at home a lot.  However, that does mean that we eat a lot of cheap and easy-to-prepare food, such as a lot of potatoes, beans, eggs, and ramen.  This is really exciting, because of the complete lack of any nutritional value I never get to eat ramen at home and am enjoying the experience a LOT.
      The downside of being settled in one place is that instead of being able to do the five-minute-a-day practices that my violin teacher came up with to make sure that I don't lose all the skills I have been working on  I have to do a little over half my regular practice, alternating which half I do every day.  That doesn't sound too bad, but it takes me about 45 minutes to do it and requires a lot of concentration.  Also, I am using an electric violin because if it gets damaged or broken on the trip it's not a big deal, but it weighs a ton and sounds awful.