The Flaneur: Peru

Waiting for our van to get to the hotel. Everyone else left before us, so we were sitting around, depressed, haha. But really, the change from being a group of 24 down to 7 was maybe even more drastic than going from 4 to 24.

Leave it to me to trip on the escalator. Pretty much a minute after I check in my bags, I am walking in a pool of my own blood.

All fixed up. How embarrassing. And don't worry, that's not blood.

Bye Cusco.

Welcome to Lima and layovers.

Who knew you weren't allowed to take pictures here? I didn't...

Once back in the states, we began to get bombarded with texts, missed calls, weeks old emails, messages...
Real life hit me like a ton of bricks. Real life hit me like a hundred unread emails.

The Peru trip will say goodbye for now, at least until I have time to edit all the video footage I have (there's a lot).
So until then, grab a beer, watch some bird videos, and play 20 questions with your friends. CHEERS!

The day began at 6AM and ended at 4AM the next morning. Had to make the most of our last day in Peru.

Breakfast was sooo good.

Thanks Panchito!

The landscape as we drove through the pass :')

Back to Ollantaytambo.

He knows the way to my heart.

Beards and sandwiches. What a combo.

Tim and Ursula sing the newly modified Wayqecha Song.

Back in Cusco. CLEAN CLOTHES. Happy faces.

What we've been waiting for.

This isn't sketchy at all.

"Take a picture so it looks like we were here."

Tom is tired. Joe laughs.

The sweater club.

The rest of the night I figured it would be safer to not have my camera with me. The crew headed to Mythology and did ourselves a little dancing and bar hopping. I think I'll leave it at that.. (:

That's it. We are going home tomorrow. Nothing left but some airport pictures, so I'll leave my closing remarks here and after tomorrow's post, the Peru portion of the blog ends... indefinitely...

Whenever I think back on this trip, I remember the faces of people who I have had the honor of meeting and gotten to know. I remember being feeling so dirty from not showering for 4 days and opting to play soccer anyways. I remember the entire bus singing Bohemian Rhapsody as we drove into the rainforest. I remember being drenched in water again right after my clothes had just dried from the last time the boat rocked so much that it let water in. I remember scrambling out of my seat countless times whenever one of us saw (or think we saw) something (a bird). I remember us telling embarrassing stories to pass the time when we were stranded. I remember underwater yoga. I remember the nervous excitement of seeing everyone for the first time. I remember my stomach hurting from playing too much Zip Bong. I remember not knowing what to think while I was walking through Macchu Picchu. I remember getting odd flashbacks of Vietnam while driving through the countryside. I remember the nights of free salsa dancing classes. I remember wandering the streets of Cusco at 2 AM with Danielle and Zac when it was only the three of us at the beginning. I remember being scared shitless when I had to pee in the forest in the middle of the night and having pairs of eyes just staring back at me. I remember coca tea. I remember the image of Victor, Paulina, and Peder sitting in their home eating dinner. I remember Victor bringing out blankets for us when Sasha and I were sitting outside. I remember the multiple times that Paulina and Victor pointed at me and laughed. I still do not know what they were laughing about... I remember helping Peder read his textbook. I remember eating lots and lots of crackers. I remember the joy of finding out we had another jar of peanut butter. I remember thinking I have never been so cold, so hot, so sweaty, so dirty, or so exhausted in my entire life. I remember thinking I have never lived with so little and felt so fulfilled.

Thanks, Peru. You were really something. Expect me to return, sooner rather than later.