Well today's the day. The day that I can go out, drivers license in hand, march up to any local bar, and (wait for it) get let in!!! One minor detail, Peru's drinking age is 18, making me legal to drink alcohol for about 4 months now, and effectively making the fact that I am 21 not all that different from any other birthday. Which is why at midnight last night I toasted the occasion with Inca Kola instead of the stereotypical 21 shots in an hour. It was a good decision since I had softball practice at 9am this morning. I was bombarded with hugs and singing and cake and more Inca Kola. :) I learned that the Cuban version of Happy Birthday uses the same melody as the version we sing at Spanish Camp (with different words).
Lunch was great. Rossy was busy in the kitchen getting everything ready and Sarah and Fransisco were there to celebrate with me. There were pisco sours with maracuya, papa a la huancaina, and of course lasagna!
It was a nice day and I've been promised that the real celebrating will take place this weekend. We all know what that means! SALSA DANCING!!!
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