Lima

On July 13th I was back at LAX, boarding another plane to South America. Generally speaking, I was happy to hit the road again, and reenergized by a month of things I missed; friends and family, soccer games, peanut butter, vegetables, and a few extra pairs of pants. But on that Monday I felt like hell. I paid the price for Sunday night’s enthusiastic farewell. My cup runneth over. I drinketh.

After a painful 12 hour travel day, I landed in Lima and hit the ground walking. I took my time digging in to Peru’s largest (and grayest) city. Maybe I needed to recover after so much excitement in California, but that’s a bit like saying I needed a break from my break from my break, and that seems ridiculous.

In order to tie up some loose ends and focus on a bit of work, I avoided the distraction of a hostel and found an apartment on Airbnb. I met some people along the way, but I spent a lot of time wandering around Lima alone, and I spoke no english for 4 days. It was a nice change of pace.

I slept a lot, feasted on ceviche, visited an impressive museum, meandered through the largest circuit of fountains in the world, and before I knew it, I was on a plane to Cusco.