Waiting for the cafe con leche to kick in and the 3rd amiga to awaken...
Buenos Dias!
(Aliza) Jen and Aliza here checking in on our second day in Lima after a action-packed yesterday. Linda is still sleeping soundly and we will be off to see some erotic pottery and ancient ruins soon.
Hard to believe we've only been here a little more than 24 hours as we have already satisfied several Peruvian culinary cravings (stomachs holding up very well so far, thank you), survived an odd, politically-bent, monotoned tour of the Inquisition Museum ("the Inquisition: why the big deal? was it really so bad, or has history been told by a bunch of whiners?"), explored the catacombs (las catacumbas!) under Central Lima, and made sure to partake in at least one Pisco sour before heading to higher altitude later today.
Our flight here was (luckily) relatively uneventful after Jen made it to the airport just under the wire (we'll let her tell her own story here in a minute). Everything went quite smoothly from there, including being greeted with a sign by the driver from our hotel when we made it quickly out of customs.
Glad to be staying in a 'suburb' of Lima called Miraflores which is closer to the ocean and a bit safer. We leave for the colonial city of Arequipa in the early evening today, where we plan on slowly acclimating to the altitude and will check in with you again from there. All I have to say is, thank goodness for Jen's fine Spanish skills. We already got a date for dancing tomorrow. Or possibly we are getting married tomorrow. Jen wasn't quite sure what she agreed to, but the waiter seemed very enthusiastic. Gracias por la vendana!
(Jen) I actually got the airport a little early, and really couldn't wait to greet Linda and Aliza who had made a few comments about me being perennially tardy. Ha! I would show them. And then the nice lady at the checkout interrupted my musings by saying "where is your paper ticket?" no, I got an e-ticket, I explained to her. as she continued to insist that I needed a paper ticket, a vague memory of Linda giving me a paper ticket, charming relic of an earlier time, when people actually used those things to travel. "I'll go home and get it and come back" I said. "But we close at 10:30" she said disbelieving. I looked at my watch. I had exactly one hour. I made like in the movies and leapt into a waiting cab. "To Astoria, step on it!" As it turned out, I had found the only speed-limit observing cab driver in NYC, but 55 minutes later, I was the last person at the check-in counter and was greeted at the gate by Aliza and Linda, who are never going to believe that I actually arrive on time to things, sometimes. Really I do.
(Linda) ZZZZZZZZZ. zzzzzz. ZZZZZ.