It’s our last day in Peru! I guess we’d better eat some guinea pig! We decide that we cannot miss the gastronomic experience of Astrid & Gaston, considered to be one of the top 50 restaurants in the world. We think it’s within a reasonable walking distance–it’s way too scary to take a taxi! And… Continue reading 7 May 2012
Month: May 2012
6 May 2012
Yikes, there was an earthquake last night. Just a reminder that we have been spending the last nearly 4 weeks in an area more earth-quake-prone than California! We start the day with what Blanca has told us is a REAL Lima breakfast: chicharrones, tamales and bread. We treat for breakfast and Aldo joins us. There… Continue reading 6 May 2012
5 May 2012
I woke up about midnight and it sounded like there was a riot in the streets. Thank god for the security bars. Sirens were wailing and that damned car alarm was still going off. Blanca told us that our street was not an especially safe street. And she also told us that the citizenry was… Continue reading 5 May 2012
4 May 2012
So much for peaceful sleep! I want to fire bomb the car with the alarm that went off all night. We meet our tour guide, Blanca, and our driver, Enrike, at 10am. Enrike is a perfect Lima driver–he does not follow any traffic laws and scares the life out of us. We drive outside of… Continue reading 4 May 2012
3 May 2012
3 May Our first day in Lima, Peru! What a horrible place! On our trip from the airport to the apartment we see large swathes of illegal (I assume) garbage dumps along the highway. It’s disturbing to see a dog carcass in the strewn trash. The traffic is frightening! It appears that no traffic laws… Continue reading 3 May 2012
2 May 2012
We are on our own our last day in Argentina. We should have arranged to spend the day with Marcelo. We would have tried to arrange the extra day with him except it was his birthday. Marcelo is such a great guy–he insisted that we call him on his birthday if we had questions or… Continue reading 2 May 2012
1 May 2012
After another great breakfast we meet Marcelo–with a kiss, of course (from both of us). I feel like a “porteña” (the people of Buenos Aries are called porteños, people of the port.) The weather is beautiful. We take the bus to our first tour stop: the Malvinas War Memorial. We call the disputed territory the… Continue reading 1 May 2012