Last night I slept on a island in lake Titicaca

but the best part was (other than the monsterous South American spider waiting for me on my pillow) that the island was made of reeds and floated. For some reason, people post-Inca times preferred to construct these floating islands and live on the lake instead of solid land. Its hard to blame them. Lake Titicaca is beautiful and plays a huge part in connecting with ancestors past, and is often called the Lake of Spirits. I was really looking forward to having a dream with messages from the other side but to no avail. I wrote everything down I could remember just in case there was some hidden messages that just aren´t clear yet, but I have my doubts.

Before we slept, the family that was hosting us on the island and my group exchanged songs from our countries. I got the goosebumps when they sang in their native language about importance and their appreciation of the lake on which they lived. We relpied with a Britney Spears song. I was ashamed.

I have to go to school now. That seems weird considering I haven´t been to a class in about 2 months. I´m actually looking forward to the hours of Spanish that are in store for the afternoon. I have so much I want to say to people but I don´t know the words. That seems to be a common theme here in Peru. There are no words to describe.