I´m sitting in a funny smelling hostel in Lima. It´s painted bright colors of red and yellow and the people here speak English. This is a very exciting thing that takes the edge off that scent.
I’ve been a monolingual American in Peru for almost 3 weeks. I´ve learned how to say many things like, ¨I would like to go to a sex store¨ and ¨Do you have a room with a matrimonial bed available?¨
All very important.
I eat squid ink sticky rice leftovers while I write. I´m still revelling in ecstasy at the 4 types of ceviche we had yesterday. One must take the time to enjoy the pleasures life has to offer. Yum.
It´s been a wonderfully hectic collection of weeks. Ancient ruins, sand-boarding, heart-pounding taxi rides, dark alleys, remote islands, and one very bloody cooking class. It´s been real.
36 hours before we get on a plane home. And then 12 hours before I zip over to the east coast for the first annual new media sex conference. Never a dull moment!