Last night Sarah and I decided to trade in our normal Friday night routine of going out for a quieter one at the movies. The Plaza has a huge movie theater. While the process of going to see a movie might seem simple . . . it was anything but. Before we could even look at the movie times to see what we wanted to watch, a transvestite clown approached us, wanting to sell us candy. We finally decided on "Dear John" with subtitles in Spanish. Movie tickets were 13 soles (about $5). Then it was on to get some popcorn (we had already hit up the grocery store for candy and drinks). We ended up getting in the wrong line. Apparently you first order your food from one line, then are handed a receipt with your order on it to give to the worker in charge of the second line, duh! Doesn't everyone know that's how it works? Um, nope. We then walked up to the 3rd floor, sala 13, for the show. I gathered that even though they ask you to turn off your cellphones, in Peru it's optional? There were phones ringing and being answered throughout the entire movie. It was fun, and it was nice to go out and relax a little, especially since midterms are coming up in a week.
Just another example of how the simplest things can turnout to be very different (and complicated) gracias a cultural exchange.
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