Day 9 on the road: I have been trying to soak up experiences/sensations; change my paradigm if you will: does everything have to be about race and/or biracial and bicultural identity? Well, no, but I do--despite myself--seem to get around to exploring how it plays out in my daily life.
Today, we became the cultural curiousity at the ruins of Pisac outside of Cusco. There was a group of school children (ages 7-11 approx.) from the countryside touring the site at the same time. I think we were the first real live black people they had seen. (It may also have been my wild, curly hair.) The stares were polite, but unmistakable.
At lunch, I asked the tour guide, "Danny", about what kind of news about the U.S. elections they heard in Peru. He had the basics of the two party's differences down. When I asked whether Peruvians (yes, I asked him to speak for the whole country) had any feeling about the idea that the U.S. might have a black/biracial president. "We are not like you," he said. "We don't think of that."
From the tour book, I learned that close to 40 percent of Peru's population is mestizo. When I asked Danny, what percentage, he said: "We are all mestizo."
"Like me," I said. Danny chuckled politely. Nothing else was said.
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