It is hard to believe that over a month ago I left the comforts of the Tri-State area to begin this journey. It both feels long removed yet quick to pass. Things have gone fairly smoothly, baring some altitude sickness, a few bouts of food poisoning, a stolen phone, and many dicey bus rides. My Spanish is much improved, far from conversational, but I can get by. I have learned she’ll becoming around the mountain on my harmonica, and connected with many amazing people from Peru and abroad. Below is a bit of a recap, the TL;DR version if you will, for those who can’t stomach my grammar and spelling.
Treacherous roads are abundant in Andean Peru, and cornering aggressively in top-heavy vans is somewhat of a national pastime. Steep dirt roads cut into every hillside, where combi buses and moto-taxis stir up dust storms taking curves at full speed. Mockingly, they give a honk for blind oncoming traffic, the front windows are always down to listen for warning signals. Peru is not the place for those who get car sick or squirm at heights, but at some point even the most seasoned NYC taxi passenger needs to toss in the towel. How crazy of a road is a person willing to travel?
Tomorrow I set off at 8am for Lima, Peru! It feels pretty wild to be leaving, and as is tradition, I left a bit too much to the last minute. But everything is all set now and it's time so ship off. Abi joins me Wednesday morning and we embark on this journey. So far I know one thing for sure: My Spanish can only get better from here.