My Last Week in Yanapay and Cusco

The last week has been very emotional. I had my last week working at Aldea Yanapay, my last week of spanish classes and I had to say goodbye to the city that has been my home for the last 6 weeks.

In Yanapay I've been working in the games room with the biggest kids in the school which has been a great expirience because they could actually teach me stuff too. I was the "jefa" of the gamesroom since I was the one in the group of volenteers in the games room that spoke the best spanish.

I was working in the family Cielo this week again, the same as all the other weeks, and it was great because now the kids new me better. This week we've been working with different parts of Peru, and my family we worked with the part Puno. So we had a lot of work to do, because none of us really knew anything about it. But it was great. But the fact that I have been working with the same kids all the time that I have been here means that it was so much harder to say goodbye to them.

 Crazy Matthieu showing the kids some cool gloves that they use in Puno for the festival there.

Friday was a really emotional day, because I had to say goodbye to my spanish teacher and to the kids in Yanapay. But Hjalte, my friend from back home, came to Cusco, and it was great to see him and speak some danish and in generel hear about his trip as well.
It was a crazy goodbye to the kids in Yanapay. We were a really big group of volenteers who had our last day on friday, so we were all called up in the end of the show, and they sang a really beautiful song for us, and after all the kids ran to us and gave us kisses and hugs. SO emotional, and that is something I will never forget.

Lydia and I in our beautiful uniforms at the Yanapay school.

Friday night we all went out eating and dancing. And we had an awesome time. It was a really great way to say goodbye to Cusco.

Saturday a lot of us went to a vegetarian restaurant to eat. I packed my stuff and hung out at the hostel. And in the afternoon all the volenteers with whom I had spent a lot of time went to an indian restaurant and ate a lot of really good food there.
But the time came when we had to say goodbye, and we were all crying our eyes out. And in the cab to the bus terminal Marla and I held hands and cried a lot. I was so glad that I wasn't leaving Cusco alone.