Back in Lima

With Bolivian chants still fresh in our heads, we got up Sunday morning for a final breakfast at the beloved Ninos and then headed to the airport. Bye bye beautiful Andes mountains. You have taught us a lot.

We arrived back in Lima at around lunchtime. With nearly 8 million people it is a damn big city and even though only a short 1 hour plane ride from Cusco, couldn't be more different. We stayed again at Second Home Peru, guesthouse and gallery in the Barranco district and were not disappointed. Delfin's artwork was amazing. He is apparently very well known in Peru. We stumbled upon his artwork at several places in the Lima. His yard reminds us of a certain tiki'd out yard in Wolfe County, Kentucky.

We had a late lunch around 2:00 at Muelle, a little seafood restaurant just around the corner from our place, that was filled to the gills with locals. We all ordered ceviche and beer and basically were in heaven. The ceviche was much chunkier (for lack of a better term) that others we have had (like in Puerto Rico) and was more focused on the seafood (rather than veggies). After that we just walked around for a while and then, yes, headed back to our rooms for a nap. That night we headed out to El Hornito (also in Barranco) for a dinner of pizza served up by a very flirty (with Jessica) approximately 65 year old, five foot tall Italian man. After that we headed back to Second Home and played Spades on the balcony (the guys won; girls blame the beer) while overlooking the foggy ocean and listening to the waves.