It’s really hard to explain all the feelings that I am having…I guess some of them I don’t even recognize. As the airplane started to descend into Lima I heard over the intercom “Seniores pasajeros, vamos a aterrizar porfavor abroche sus cinturones” and I all I could do was smile as I looked out the window over the city I grew to love two years before, and I started to think of the last time I was looking out an airplane window over Lima, with tears in my eyes as I left for Bolivia.
Wow how time flies. I got off the plane and wandered to immigrations and customs, half smiling half with an expression of awe, after waiting about fifteen minutes for my bags all I could think was “Yep pretty sure they got left Colombia” they finally rolled out on the huge conveyer belt. I walked out looking for the people who were supposed to receive me, but there was nobody. Then I remembered that Latinos have no sense of time and almost always show up late…they did show up just 30 minutes late ;) ohhh how I love Peruvians, they understand my lateness hehehe.
Every little thing was fascinating to my walking out even bickering with a taxi driver brought a smile to my face which by the way is not helpful when you are trying to get him to lower his price. It has been a whirlwind of memories walking and driving down the street I walked up and down day after day for eight months. Last night I was laying in bed and I couldn’t sleep(which is rare for me) even now as I sit here typing I can’t really believe that I am in Peru, and I still have 3 months here, crazy!!
More to come…..