En Lima

Estoy Aqui

I can smell the odor of dirty car exhaust as our cab careens through the streets. We dodge in and out of traffic, running red lights, stop signs, and basically ignoring all rules of common traffic coutesy. All the while my cab driver is chatting amiably about volunteer programs in Huancayo. I had forgotten what it´s like to drive in Latin America. In spite of myself, a grin splits my face. It´s good to be back.

I arrived in Lima two days ago. I spent a day in Atlanta visiting Eric and Gehres. We played video games, ate pizza for dinner, chicken for breakfast, and climbed the highest mountain near Atlanta. Stone Mountain is a large rock that "towers" 800 ft over Atlanta. We climbed it in only our sandals and jeans, and I thought it was hilarious that there was a tram to the top. American´s laziness will never cease to amaze me.

















After much too short a visit, Gehres kindly took Eric and I to the Airport. We hung out and ate chinese food, which I thought was a little ironic that Chinese should be the last thing I eat in the US. My name was called right as I walked up to gate and I pìcked up my first-class ticket to Lima (thank you Uncle Bob). After an uneventful flight, I hopped off the plane, cruised through customs, unsuccessfully tried to call a cab, got one anyway, and got to my hostel without a problem.

The first night was marked by gigantic bug bites and fitfull sleep. My first day in Lima started with me stolling about a mile and a half to the shore. Another smile creased my face as I saw the microbusses rushing by with their ayudantes shouting for customers. It was quickly wiped off my face as I was almost ran over by one.

The shore here is one of the most lovely sights I have ever seen. The city crawls right up to the edge of some loose sea cliffs. The skyline towers over the beach and you can walk along the top of the cliffs and look down at the surfers below. I was on a specific mission that day. I was looking for the famous paragliding site that I had seen so many times online and that I had been told about. It was easy to find and the man that I was looking for showed up right as I got there. I was told to find a man named Marcos and he was there just getting his wing set up. I had to admit that it was the nicest flying site I had ever seen. The wind came strong and steady up the cliff face and all he had to do was basically get the wing up and stable and then just walk off the cliff. The lift was so perfect that he could´ve just hovered there two feet above the ground for hours and hours








(To Be Continued....voy a jugar futbol)