Final awkward/angry stories from Arica

Luckily my last few days in Arica passed quickly.  On Tuesday I went to a museum of mummies that were recently discovered (about 10 years ago) in Arica, and then I met up with a girl I found on CouchSurfing.  We went for a walk to a lighthouse near the port, got ice cream, and had a nice time just hanging out.  Too bad I only met her right before leaving! 

Wednesday work got really awkward - Eusebio wanted me to spend two hours of my work time dancing salsa with him despite the fact that there was actually a lot of work typing up a paper for someone that I would have been able to do much faster than Cesar.  We only danced for a little and I told him I was tired, so then we just sat in the kitchen and talked and he counted that as my work.  But he talked about weird things, like his 12-year-old son going through puberty, and sex drives and things.  It was really weird.  And then he told me to spend as much money as I wanted on lunch.  Again, weird.  And then at night Cesar kept whispering my name when I was going to bed, and then he would walk by and poke me or move the blanket as I was trying to fall asleep, and in the morning he woke me up early doing that stuff and I got really mad and loudly yelled at him to stop being so creepy. 

Monday night I also got kind of mad, and it was also awkward.  I was tired of the fact that Przemek and I always had to do the shopping, prepare the meals, and contribute such a high percentage of the cost of purchasing food, so I told Eusebio that if I was paying that much I didnt want to cook all the time anymore, and since the volunteers had made lunch, I thought that he or Cesar should cook dinner.  I even offered to do the shopping, and we talked about what he was going to make and what I needed to buy.  At 9:00 no one showed any signs of getting ready to cook, so I asked Eusebio what the plan was.  He and the boys had already eaten, but Cesar was going to cook, Eusebio told me.  Cesar said Eusebio hadnt told him that, and that he didnt know how to cook anything.  (We we having spaghetti!!)  Long story short, I got a bit angry and told them that if I ended up cooking, I was ONLY making food for me and Przemek and that I was sick of them being lazy and taking advantage of our time and money.  Needless to say, Cesar cooked dinner that night.  And the next few days Eusebio offered many times to help with the food, so I didnt have to do much cutting and slicing after that.