I am coming at you live from a backpackers hostel in Lima, Peru. It´s the end of Day 3. So far I have danced until 4 a.m., sampled some Pisco (Peru´s national drink), and I had to jump in the back of a moving taxi cab.
Also, I just accidentally ate some ice, so next time I write I might be giving tips for how to get past a case of travelers diarrhea. Despite this last tid bit, I am enjoying my time in Lima so much.
For me this trip hasn´t really been about all the things I can see and do. The time I have got to spend with two of my favorite friends is what is making this time so special for me. I have laughed more in the last two days than I have in the last month.
It´s hard for me to keep tabs on my friends the way I would like to when I am busy doing life things in the Big Apple. I never feel as if I have enough time to call people and have the type of conversation with them I really want to have. It sucks. I still haven´t figured out how I can change this.