Tag: Peru

My Destination Wedding

Days after finishing college in the summer of 1972, I ran away from my parents’ home in Houston, Texas to Lima, Peru. I don’t remember if I could identify Peru on a map at the time; but details, right? When one is young and in love, one will go anywhere to be with the loved... Read more »

Expatriate Epigenetics; Chicken or the Egg

The Fox in Charge of the Henhouse Moving to Curacao in the early 1980s, I thought it was a desert island. After all, it looked like a desert island with its rocky, lack of any topsoil and cacti growing everywhere. N.B. to those enamored with fences and/or walls. Look no further than to cacti fences.... Read more »

The Antediluvian Days of Long Distance Telephone Calls

In a world connected by cell phones, social media and the internet, it’s easy to forget some 40 odd years ago–and some were exceptionally odd–when making a call from Lima, Peru to anywhere in the USA was an all-day experience. Given the exorbitant cost of the long distance telephone calls it also was a very, very... Read more »
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Blood, guts and get-me-out-of-here; bloody bullfights

Texas had football; Peru had bullfights. In Lima, Peru in the 1960s, the world was smaller and less interactively connected. High-speed communication was by letters, telephone calls were too pricey for most. Yet even in those pre-social media days teenaged girls had crushes on teen idols. In Peru the hot teenaged idols were the bullfighters.... Read more »

Thankful for the Small Expatriate World

Within months of arriving in Lima, Peru in 1972, my boyfriend Gary and I were on a street downtown. Greeted by someone who knew him, I asked, “Who was that?” “Oh, one of the Peace Corps volunteers who came to my parents house to take a bath.” Now why hadn’t I thought of that? As... Read more »

The Rule of Law; Protect Mueller to Protect Democracy

The Rule of Law is the belief that we all are equal under the law, no matter who you are or who you know. Without the Rule of Law, you might end up like Victor. Victor was an honest, gentlemanly Mexican who worked as our chauffeur in the challenging traffic of Mexico City. At least... Read more »
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Adventures in Rabies and Tetanus in the 3rd World

The Dog Bite In the spring of 1962, 11-year-old Gary was settled in with his family to their new home in Lima, Peru. As the boy made his way to the American Society’s library to pick up a book, he encountered a few dogs congregated at the doorway. Having never met a dog he didn’t love,... Read more »

The Idiot's Guide to Foreign Language

  Foreign language always seemed so, well, foreign. Who needs it? No one in my world spoke a foreign language, no one except Ricky Ricardo on I Love Lucy whose linguistic errors were a running joke. Living in Houston, my middle school French teacher spoke an unintelligibly drawled version of French. When she left teaching to go... Read more »

The Mutiny on the 7-2-7

In the mid-1970s, Gary and I decided to go back to Lima, Peru to visit his parents before they moved back to America after over a dozen years abroad. Peru was pretty much the same. If anything, it seemed to be economically worse off. As I sat alone in a car, young women would approach... Read more »
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The Mother-in-Law (The Interview Oprah Missed)

You heard us before you saw us. With a jubilant scream, we’d run across rooms to embrace–startling bystanders and timid animals alike. At this point our heads would tilt together as we jabbered and finished each other’s sentences. So much to catch up from the last time we’d been together. My wonderful, BFF mother-in-law, Bea,... Read more »
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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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