Little bit behind on the blog. Blame it on the summer. Blame it on the trips and adventures and the moments with friends. Blame it on the fried-brain feeling that happens post-work each weekday.
I think I had to spend some time processing the Peru trip too. It had been a bit built up in my mind... Peru, the Inca ruins, the colonial town of Cusco, the textiles and the food and the language and the general culture. Peru wasn't quite what I expected. The city of Lima was a bit more smoggy, the Inca ruins felt like a crowded, historical Disneyworld for pseudo-adventurers that purchased a bus ticket, and the Spanish language didn't return to me as I fudged my way through broken conversations.
So what did Peru become? A trip to a Latin-version of San Francisco (hello fog) with lots of ceviche and lots of history and lots of pisco and lots of wandering. The photos paint a better story than words.