My First Anecdote: Trip to my Grandparents' House

One month after the earthquake, on August 15, 2007, my father decided to send me, my mother and my younger brother to my grandparents' house, which is located in Ticrapo located in the Department of Huancavelica. 

We left home early in the morning, well sheltered by the cold, first we went to a transport company near the South Panamericana, the trip to San Clemente, Pisco lasted 45 minutes, we went down near the San Clemente police station, we waited about 30 min in the vicinity, where we would embark on a bus that would take us to the squeare of Ticrapo.

I was sitting next to the window, accompanied by my mother and my brother, during the trip, the river was close to the track during the whole trip, I managed to see many small towns, some were very rustic and others modern, people they dedicated different work tasks, some cultivated the land, others took care of animals, also fished, I liked it a lot when the bus made a stop in a town that was dedicated to producing sweets (caramel cookie), I remember that I ate a lot that time, the trip I was able to see a deer that had come down from the hill to drink water from the river, so the people who also saw it explained to me, a few minutes after arriving at Ticrapo Square, there was a kind of river that crossed the track, it was a But the water was crystal clear and cold, we went down so that the bus could pass easily.

 

The squeare of Ticrapo was small and consists of 8 main blocks, a small modern town, my mother explained to me that my grandparents' house was located near the river and that we had to walk, the road that would take us to the house of my grandparents, it was wide and full of stones, while we walked, I got to see a lot of domestic animals, cows and their calves, chickens and chicks, dogs that looked after the goats and sheep, while we walked some distance we could see water falling on the road, it was A small waterfall that came from the highest of the hill had created a small something on the side of the road, some cows drank from it, to touch the water was cold, clear and very refreshing.

 

It was hot and I was hungry without realizing it, the heat produced by the sun was very strong, I had to take off my coat, while I tied it to my waist when I looked up, there was a great plain half tilted towards the hill, in it there was Many graves, my adre told me that it was the cemetery of Ticrapo and that my aunt was buried there, who died when she was born.

The eucalyptus trees were immense and there was a large forest that covered the road, had a very pleasant smell and the shade that gave us was very fresh, the floor had a londra of leaves, in them I managed to see some small cylindrical figures, which fell of the eucalyptus trees, they looked like small wooden spouts, I took many and kept them in my pocket, my hands stayed with a pleasant smell similar to the forest, when we reached the end of the trees, the sunlight showed a great precipice, moderate distance, down, you could see a big house, my mother told me it was my grandparents' house.

 

The road was divided by a small stream, it was the residue of a huaico, jump between the water and the colored stones to get to the other side, when I took a few steps, some small barks received us, it was the dogs of my grandparents, they knew us and kept their distance from us, and behind them my grandmother appeared, she hugged us, she kissed each one and one my mother, at that moment the puppies began to move their tails and jumped on us licking us a lot They began to circle around us, they had a peculiar smell, like the goats I saw on the way here.

My grandmother was tall, a little older than my mother, we followed her and we came to a space of stone corridor that separated the trees from the road to my grandmother's house, the floor was full of paca leaves, eucalyptus leaves and molle, while advancing we were approached by a big dog, my grandmother called him Black, it was very dark and scary, but he came up to us and used one of his legs as if to caress us, next to my grandmother's house there was an angra corral There were many goats and sheep inside, and a dog named Pastor was sleeping next to them, my grandmother told me not to go too close because Pastor was very jealous if someone approached the goats and sheep.

My grandfather was tall too, he lifted us both when he saw us, "let's have lunch" he said, the kitchen was separated from the house, it was small but warm, it had a very characteristic smell, it smelled of boiled potatoes, my grandmother had prepared us a great variety of tubers of different colors, tastes and smells, all had different forms, my grandmother had an orchard crossing the road is relatively far, she said that much of what I cook was beech, rocoto, chili, lemon, potatoes, sweet potatoes and cassava.

The house of my grandparents was very big with very thick walls had a smell of dry wood similar to eucalyptus, unpacked all my clothes, we had prepared a room, I had to sleep with my brother, the hours passed quickly or I think, but now It was getting dark, my mother told me that the hills covered earlier in the sun, that's why it seemed that the day ends faster than on the coast, so we had early supper to drink milk with bread.

We all walked along the road towards an elevated curve that looked towards the immense field, where we could see the town, with its small lights, the forests and the river with its mysterious, magical sound, my mother began to talk at that moment with my grandparents about what happened in Chincha, while I played with some colored stones with my brother, and so I end the day, I saw how the sun was hidden among the hills and the sky took a pink color, before dark roads quickly home , because we would not see anything, said my grandfather, tired I reached my room and without realizing it I fell asleep.