Becca In Perú

Welcome to my blog! This page is to share with you some of my life experiences here in Peru. Feel free to browse through my articles posted. It is a lot of what I see, hear, and observe, as well as my thoughts and inspirations from it. It may not accurately represent the culture in which I am living, as it is through my eyes and not theirs, but it may give you a little taste of Peru and my life here.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Get the Door--its Peruvian Pizza Hut!

I have now learned to have available more than S 29.75 (soles is the currency here) when the Pizza Hut delivery man arrives before the rest of your family who actually ordered the pizza.

Story: It was a calm Sunday afternoon, and since I go to a different church than my family here (mine is located about a 3 minute walk from my house) I made it home before them. I heard the door bell and went down to answer it, being a bit apprehensive of course since I can’t communicate or understand well right now. He (I presume) asked if I ordered the pizza, and I tell him that I don’t speak or understand much, but I didn’t order the pizza. He then looked at the ticket and said “Eli Burns” who is my Peruvian mother. I said (as best as I can) that she isn’t here and must have ordered it by her cell phone. I asked how much the pizza was and he told me it was 32 soles (pronounced so-les). I quickly ran upstairs and counted my money and to my dismay I only had 29.75, and am a bit over 3 soles short, which is the equivalent of about 1 buck! I returned to the impatient pizza man and explained that this was all I had and the lady who ordered it isn’t here. He kept on using the word about returning, and in my attempt to understand him I asked if he was going to return, which made him speak even more rapidly and all I could get was that he had more deliveries to make (which I think I understood that more from common sense than from what he was going off about). The next thing I knew he started to reach for the money in my hand, I jumped back saying “¡Un momento señor!” and as I was trying to question further, thanks be to God, my family arrived home from church! The man received his full 32 soles, we got our hot pizza (it was Hawaiian! Mmmmmmm), and we all got several laughs from my attempt to communicate!

1 Comments:

  • At September 06, 2005 7:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    LOL! I hate when the phone rings, its the same apprehension about not speaking the language. By the way, I like that you told him, "Un momento, senor!" that made me laugh!

     

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