For those of you that don’t know, we had a pet
guinea pig once upon a time. Her name was Tym. Yes, it was a she. And she
was named Tym. Don’t ask why.

Anyway, as a farewell lunch, one of the families here decided to cook us an
Arequipan delicacy: guinea pig. They cooked it on a spit over coals. It
looks gross in the pictures (well, in real life, too) but it tasted fine.
Like always, it tasted like chicken. I just thought I was eating rotisserie
chicken.

Apart from eating my pet, we had 2 baptisms! Continue reading →