Juntos (together)
After 18 hours of travel, Zinnia, August and I emerged from immigration in Lima to cheering from an excited Johanna and Eloise. It was a wonderful, tearful reunion and symbolized a transition to our time away, now together. For me, the last week has been an absolute whirlwind, full of moments both fleeting and significant. A morning in Lima exploring Parque Oliver and trying our first pollo a la brasa and tallarines saltados. An hour and a half car ride through the most intense traffic I have experienced to Chosica where I found myself laughing at the near misses as our driver found inches around the car ahead and accelerated into them. As the city receded and we made our way up the mountains, or cerros (hills), the fog burned away and the sun shone on the dusty clash of businesses, homes, and restaurants that is outer Lima. After settling in, we wanted a bite to eat and Jo suggested we walk to the Chosicano (local bus) and introduced us to Señor Dante, the man perpetually ...
