I’m back for reals this time.
We arrived home late Saturday night, which was a smart move because that gave us all day Sunday do get back to normalcy. Or at least try.
Those ten days went by fast, as we were constantly on the go.
There was a lot of traveling within traveling – eight flights and six hotels in 10 days. I’m glad I won’t have to pack and unpack to repack a suitcase for a while.
First off there was Lima, Peru. Technically Miraflores, where we devoured perfectly limed and chiled ceviche. And toasted with pisco sours, the national alcoholic beverage. Halfway through the first pisco and I started walking funny. This is the first drink I’ve ever had where I didn’t need/want more than two.
A photo I snapped on the way to eat the ceviche.
Later that night we met up with TH’s friend’s friend who lives in Peru, who had two friends visiting from Greece. Strangers unite. When in
The next day we met up with more people we didn’t know. But kinda knew. Sara from A Dose of Pretty and I have been reading each other’s blogs for over a year now, right before she moved to Lima. I contacted her soon after we booked our trip. We agreed to meet up for lunch with our husbands, who got along exceedingly well. Most of the four hour lunch was spent listening to their conversation.
So what’s your favorite blog?
Sara and her husband drove us off the beaten path and showed us a part of Lima TH and I for sure would’ve not experienced on our own. We enjoyed every second of it, including all the car accident worthy driving and constant honking. Very Mexico City.
The following day we flew off to Cusco for some Machu Picchu altitude preparation (hotel no. 2)
We were told not to eat anything too heavy because it could result in nausea and make us sick. Yeah, we didn’t listen. When hunger calls, we pick up.
Alpaca. It was good. Promise. And none of that, it tastes like chicken nonsense. It’s tastes like beef.
Pizza in Peru? I know! For every five stray dogs I saw (there were so many stray dogs), there was a pizza place. Pizza place next door to a pizza place, across from a pizza place. If there’s this many pizza places, then it must be good, was our logic. And it was. So much so that TH told the pizza maker he was a true artist, in his most accented Spanish. I was only a lot embarrassed.
I’m trying my best to narrow down the vacation photos, but it’s tough when you want to share all 500 of them (realistically like 250).
I figured Machu Picchu deserves its own post, so you’ll have to stay tuned for those tomorrow.