Deprivation… REALLY?!

Did I really refer to not having a hot shower as a deprivation? Disgusting. Wow, this whole having a maid thing must already be getting to me. As if I have a RIGHT to a hot shower. I do not have a right to a hot shower. It is a LUXURY. Good, glad I cleared that up.

Previous comments describing how I wanted to laugh at the the poor Pepsi man on the plane along with boasting about remaining pretty dry thus far totally joined forces to kick me in the butt when I encountered the deadliest Carnival weapon yet. Yesterday I was on my way to class after lunch and attempting to cross the street between waiting cars when the car I was going to squeeze in front of pulled up so that I couldn’t fit through. While thinking how uncool that was, I backed away only to be sprayed in the face and blinded with what felt like an entire can of FOAM. I kid you not. My face, hair, and t-shirt were absolutely covered in pink foam. Laughter erupted from my attackers in the car and then from everyone standing on the streets. I was only one block away from the town square so there were loads of people around. To add some icing to the pink cake… while scraping the foam off and trying to salvage what little dignity I had left, a water balloon exploded on my back. Too perfect. How did I respond? To be quite honest, this is totally something that would happen to me and while I was initially shocked and yeah, HUMILIATED, I’ve learned to accept that the only thing I can really do is shake my head and join in the LAUGHTER. Once again, in hindsight, I should have remained next to the car and flicked the foam back inside. However, they probably had more ammo so that plan would have backfired. But, I must emphasize that this really is just a tradition and of course it would make sense to hit the gringa since she is worth more points. I don’t want people thinking Cuencanos are jerk faces. They’re just REALLY into their Carnival. ☺