Today I ate Beef heart.
I didn’t know it was beef heart until Kelsie leaned over and said
THAT IS COW HEART.
In my mind beef heart and cow heart are completely different things.
I didn’t want to stop eating just because it was cow heart.
I took another bite just to prove to myself that I liked it before
I was informed it was now just beef.
It wasn’t too tough to chew and it was flavored well.
This is coming from someone who has never tasted anything I don’t like.
I then thought about the purpose of a heart.
I thought this cow loved somebody with this heart and now I was eating it.
My professor Jim thought that wasn’t much different than eating any other part of a cow.
But we don’t associate any other body part that evokes emotions, we never say oh that breaks my leg, we say that breaks my heart.
After I thought about all the ways we feel with our heart, I figured that humans feel more and deeper with their heart than a cow and so
I kept eating.
And I drank Purple corn, it has a name, it tasted like beet juice and that was good too.
Peru provides 250 plus types of potatoes, that range in color size and texture.
I loved it and cannot wait for Cusco.
We fly out tomorrow morning so I won’t be able to blog. But I’m a student not a tourist.
I’m learning that I am the EASIEST PERSON to travel with Thanks mom and dad. The only thing I don’t handle well is road trips with straight country music.
I don’t mind long lines.
I don’t mind delays.
I don’t mind horns honking
and packaged peanuts.
I am alive to enjoy it
I am alive to feel it
I am alive to wait in lines and endure delays.
I have learned alot about enduring what we precieve as a delay.