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Travel Blogs from Lima
... I tumbled through your window, white as the lightning.
A flutter of feathers. Un voz like the slow rolling thunder.
Pruebame en la noche, pero no me buscas en la maņana.
When my wide wings have dried, I will rise on the red wind de la alba.
Bird of longing, la ave del anhelos perdidos.
So I found more than I expected. I found radical welcome; I pushed the limits. and finally it was time to ...
... then back out toward the ocean, prior to landing with a great big smile. We all watched and cheered for his bravery as both Noa and Eli became convinced that they wanted to give it a go the next day.
Monday night was a repeat of Sunday. More curry, good company, slack lining, chilling in the hammocks, etc. Jonathan was beat, but the kids and I wandered down the street to a frozen yogurt joint, with a young American guy, Miles, who we’d met earlier that ...
... time is delicious!! We came back and went into a food coma pretty quickly and was completely satisfied. 15/11 we woke up and headed to find a place that would take us to snorkel with the turtles but because it was a Sunday everything was closed. Instead we headed down to the beach for a swim before lunch. We then went in search of a dish called parihuela which is a big seafood stew type thing. We found a place on the beach and ordered one to share and luckily we did because it ...
... canyons of the world. But before we set of on our hiking adventure we decided to learn more about Peruvian cuisine and attend a cooking school. We learnt to make Ceviche a common entre of raw fish cooked in lime and fish with rice in a spicy sauce all whilst snacking on fried corn and drinking chicha morada a purple juice. The whole experience was delicious!
It was an early morning start as we made our way to the ...
After a teary goodbye to my pup and my girl and an uneventful flight, I gathered my ginormous pack( which I have nicknamed Monster in honor of the book "Wild") and my slightly smaller bag( how in the world do you pack for 7 months and 6 countries?) onto a cart and preceded to the exit, past customs, where I scanned the masses of people and signs, looking for my scribbled name. My driver from the hostel was picking me up, and he was supposed ...
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