South America is calling

South America is calling

 

This is the first of a series of articles about the discoveries and experiences of an adventurous UC Santa Barbara international relations graduate as she travels and works in Peru.

 

We held hands, Danielle and I, as we nervously clicked the confirmation button and watched our round-trip airfare to Lima, Peru, process online.

“That’s it… We’re going,” I said.

“Yep,” she said. And we both quaked with incredulous, uncomfortable laughter.

We had enough money together to buy a pack of peanuts at a circus and maybe a press-on tattoo from a quarter machine. But worth more than the dwindling numbers on my bank statement was that fact that we had a plan. Well, I guess ‘commitment’ would be a better word, because we didn’t have a carefully delineated itinerary, just a ticket from LAX on Oct. 6. Our trip would be the first long-term plan I had made since I graduated from UCSB three months ago. A non-plan, we called it.

 

We will begin our trip in Lima by helping a friend decorate his apartment in exchange for free accommodation. Then, we’re headed north to Trujillo, where we will work as language assistants at a local school for three weeks.

Afterward, we are cruising south to build houses in Pisco, looping around through Arequipa, past Lake Titicaca (I still can’t say the name of that landmark without feeling like a pervert and laughing), and moving on to Cuzco to explore Machu Pichu.

If our two months afford us sufficient time, we will wander over to Buenos Aires, Argentina, at least for a few days. But life since graduation has been random, and I don’t expect the stakes to change abroad.

Personally, going to South America had been a long-time dream I was going to get around to fulfilling next year, imagining I would stop procrastinating eventually. But I had reached the end of my career options in Santa Barbara, and it was time to stop mulling around my apartment looking under my roommate’s moldy dishes for answers.

 

I got jobs then quit them, sent my resume to 13,000 companies with no response, got an internship that did not pay, and turned down opportunities time and time again that didn’t sound like me. In the meantime, I was a personal assistant / dog walker for a writer who neurotically sprayed her house down with a hose; a bratwurst-and-beer-selling German girl (yes, I wore lederhosen in public); and a cigarette girl selling raffle tickets for a diamond ring at a James Bond party, which was held at a church (yes, there was alcohol, gambling, and a go-go dancer).

Many of my friends already had begun fulfilling their life-long aspirations of becoming whatever they needed to be to pursue a reputable, prestigious career option. When I was younger, I wanted to be a whale trainer, which doesn’t adequately fit into such an equation. Neither do the words, “I don’t know.” My views on animals rights, however, have changed since the time I was eight years old — another reason why working at SeaWorld was out—and besides, I no longer envision myself jumping 30 feet up in the air off a Killer Whale’s mouth into ice water. Now I am left with, “I don’t know.”

 

As I continued attempting to solve life’s equation, my mother reminded me to “tighten my belt,” as America was plunging into a deep economic recession. I told her that if my belt were any tighter, circulation would be cut off to everything south of my waistline and my legs would turn blue.

Depressed about my economic shortcomings, I texted my friend one day after completing two unsuccessful interviews and said, “Hey, do you want to go to Peru in October.” When she replied in the affirmative, that was that. In case I needed to tighten the money belt a few more notches, I could bring a hole punch. Until that point, I figured I would work as many random jobs as possible to fund the trip — and, mind you, I already had.

Now, I leave for Peru with an appetite for Spanish language and different food selections, including guinea pig and purple potatoes.

Hopefully, I will have an opportunity to hug an alpaca, but that just may be another objective in my post-graduate non-plan.