Pascasmayo, a beachy, coastal town where the Pacific ocean kisses the shores of Peru- a town beautifully crafted with sun-reflecting water and grainy sedimentary rock, hosted thousands of tourists each year- and this year, me. It is home to perseverant street vendors and taxi drivers, everyday Spanish-slang-speaking pedestrians, Fito, our humorous, laid-back in-country representative, talented, amateur artists, and the impoverished shadows of Peru.
Every Experiment group is expected to perform some kind of community service. I, excitedly expected to work with children at a local shelter- ready to play with jubilance, but instead was in utter confusion when we arrived on foot to a local soup kitchen for the elderly. A group of people from…