Ica

I ate Fettuccine a lo Alfredo tonight. It was the most I've spent on food since being in Peru (a mere $7 equivalent), but totally worth it. Instead of chicken or even shrimp, there were peices of ham in it. Because we missed lunch due to the bus rides, I was starving. The pasta disappeared muy rapido. Anyway, like any of you cares about my eating habits... We left Cusicancha around 11:15am and got here to Ica around 5:30pm. We stay in civilization only for tonight, then we take a vegetable/livestock/passenger truck to Santiago de Chocorvos tomorrow morning. I'm talking about a big truck with a single cab and a huge bed. It should be a fun 7 hours. We had a really good time in Cusicancha with the team and the residents. I felt like our presence was effective. We did our dramas and a couple of songs in the plaza last night around 8pm, and there was a large turnout. I also hurt my ankle while showing out. I rolled it in an unlevel flowerbed after coming down from running on a rail. Very smoothe. I've been walking on it today, but it is still injured. That's no good for a boy that likes to hike and play soccer. I don't have much news since yesterday, but I may not get a chance to internet for a few days. Feliz Dia de Padre, Frank! Te amo!