As it crashed onto the floor sending chunks and slivers of red glass across the tile, I knew I was over myself.
The scent of the near full bottle ascended and infused the air with a calm that short-circuited the constant cold of my room. The tomb-chilled room was less dreary, and so was I. I was ready for the business of completing the TELF course and getting home by July 26. The broken bottle of perfume was a clarifying moment of absurdities…
1. There is nothing very sexy for her in my room on Cercado street in Arequipa, Peru
a. Where it’s colder inside than it is outside
b. Where someone keeps leaving the propane tank on in the kitchen (acions the feel rather dangerous to me)
c. Where the property owner says the internet will work in 15-minutes but neglected to say he’d had the whole system changed and it won’t work until the next day
2. The TEFL school administrator did not see my issue with the 5-day discrepancy between what was on the program’s website and the actual end date for the program.
By the time I left my broken bottle of perfume scented room that morning, I was decided: I’d go out to eat at one of the restaurants Mena pointed out yesterday, do well on all my remaining student teaching sessions, complete all the other TEFL requirements, and get home by the actual program’s end date.
Poncho Villa sandwich, churros with vanilla ice cream, and hot tea. Uh...Yum!