Our First Pisco Sour

Well, day 1 in Lima and so far so good. After over 24hrs in transit, we arrived last night exhausted and smelly. But we arrived, in tact and ready for yet another adventure. After sleeping for nearly 12 hours we took our time getting up and getting ready. Now, it may sound like we're already wasting time, and I must admit there was a touch of guilt at our lack of urgency, but this was more or less how we had planned things. We wanted a day before the tour to settle in and catch up on some much needed sleep. We were so exhausted after the wedding and Sunday was a total whirlwind as well.

So, after a much needed shower and a quick chat with our guesthouse manager we grabbed a coffee and sandwich, and began walking. From Miraflores we walked through Lima (I was totally lost but Darren seemed to know where he was), to an old bridge. They say that the first time you walk across this bridge you're supposed to hold your breath and make a wish. So of course, I wanted to stop half way across and take a picture. Turning blue, Darren silently turned me down and gave me a hard time once we were on the other side (the bridge isn't even that long).

After the bridge, we went to Javier's (recommendation by our guesthouse) had our first pisco sours of the trip. Following these delicious local drinks, we had some pretty fantastic seafood. It was pretty amazing and now we're both 10 pounds heavier. To wash it all down we shared uno sangrias. Those of you who know me, know how much I love me some sangrias. A little fatter and a little barracho we hailed a taxi back to our guesthouse.

I must say that for all the warnings and caution out there about Peru, the people seem absolutely lovely. Granted, our guesthouse manager and the taxi driver were both telling us what to watch out for, but bless their hearts for caring. So far we're safe and sound, and well warned of where to stay away from.

On another note, Darren's Spanish is improving--and by improving, I mean that he adds an 'es' or 'o' to the end of English words and calls it Spanish. Like "Me goinges to drinkes some beeres". Perfect Spanish! I think people have been assuming that I can speak Spanish because they always face me and rattle off in their native tongue and don't seem to register the confused look on my face. We are already picking up a bit of the language though, being the stereotypical tourists walking around with our phrase book and butchering every word we utter.

On a personally disturbing note, my camera is feeling like a completely foreign object. It makes me a little sad, I'm so out of practice. Pictures will probably have to wait until we get home though, which will give me some time to redeem myself. Buenos Noches!