Back home in Pifo!

Feb 20- We explored some more Miraflores markets that day, ate some delicious street ceviche, and met a rather nice Peruvian woman who spanked Ash and Dilan as they danced salsa in the park and showed me where to get some great ice-cream. After an afternoon of fun, I sadly said my goodbyes to Ash and Dill, and tried not to cry as we parted ways. I feel as if though my right arm has been ripped from its socket. At least Ash will be arriving in Pifo shortly, otherwise I am not sure I could have taken it. Charlie, it really hurts. As night fell, I made it to the airport where I helped a poor neglected survey boy with his work, and in turn he gave me a keychain. Score! After an extremely pleasant ride on the ever-reliable TACA airlines- with a whole row to myself and a freashly made tuna sandie- Uncle Matt picked me up at the Quito airport at a rather late hour. When we got home, we spent a while catching up on the happenings of the past month over a couple of Clubs until we realized it was 4am and went to bed. I have no concept of the space-time continuim anymore. And oh how I missed falling asleep to the family roosters.

Feb 21- Yesterday I went to a BBQ with Alex and Esmil at the Compadres house. I ate some rather delicious food and talked about the Cusco floods with some rather distinguished guests. After returning home, we made some delicious pear pie and watched a movie about Zombies. Boy it feels good to be home. I can flush toilet paper down the toilet and relax without having to worry about finding a naked Swede peeing in my bed. Pifo is a hell of a town.