Classic.

Feb 17- We got ahold of Dill Pickle on the ever reliable facebook and took a taxi ride over to Miraflores (the coastal, beachy part of Lima) and found him in the park. Our taxi driver decided that we were the 3 best friends that anyone ever had and he bought us ice cream and took us to some great cliffs overlooking the Peruvian beach. Classic Santo. I almost went paragliding, but I didn't have any money, so that answered that question. We spent the rest of the day exploring Miraflores a bit more. We almost got stung by a scorpion, had fun on a twirly thing in the playground with some young children, went to a mall that is built into the side of a cliff and ate at Tony Roma's (I felt like Aunt Lil) where we had not white rice, but gasp!! shrimp scampi pasta!! It was to die for and so was the waiter. We headed back to the hostel shortly after and hit the hay. The black lung was taking over.

Feb 18- We fixed up a homecooked meal at our beloved and brightly painted hostel and woke up nice and slow while Ashley played her one song on the guitar. I love that song. Eventually we walked to some ancient ruins and ate some ice-cream. We had a picnic on the beach that evening that consisted of sandwiches (classic Ashley) and we got palta (avacado) on everything. What else is new? The black lung got the best of me, so I opted out of watching the end of the Argentinian/Peru futbol game with the rest of the multicultural group that was hanging out in the living room and curled up in a ball and tried to breathe in some oxygen as I fell asleep at an early hour. Those Bolivian sandstorms really clogged up my respiratory system.

Feb 19- Ash got me a lucky crystal while I was sleeping, so I fashioned it into a necklace so that I can have this good energy-inducing geological miracle close to my heart at all times. Santos was still waiting outside that morning (he has been outside our hostel for the past 3 days) and so we had to sneak out in order to avoid waking up on an ice bath with a scar on our left hips and 3 missing belly packs, and hopped on a bus to head back to Alan's neck of the woods. We went on a shopping spree in China town (hey, I needed new purple sunglasses, I sat on my other ones) and enjoyed 3 ice creams- one for every meal. We got back after witnessing a fight on a bus that was caused due to the driver almost crashing into another colectivo and headed to a cafe. After 7 Nirvana songs, we headed out to Baranco to hit up the night life. (My black lung is better now) and had some nice cervezas while at a rather posh bar that was overlooking the beach. We ran into a bunch of guys from our hostel and made it back home around 3am. Ashley found a naked Swede on her bed and a giant wet spot. Classic.

Fen 20- Headed back to Pifo tonight!!!!! it's a hell of a town!! :)