In Peru

Arrival into Lima safe and sound. We were picked up At the airport by a young guy whose English was... Eh... Not so great. It was a little disconcerting not being able to ask him about the hotel or where we were going, but I suppose that's also my fault having done little to no research (and for not paying more attention in high school Spanish class). We did, although, read Brent's wiki travel articles and paid close attention to the food and drink.

Anyhoo we have no idea exactly where we are, where we're going and with a driver that doesn't speak English. That's what traveling is about, right? And the possibility of getting taken down a dark alley and robbed of our passports?!?

Well,we make it to the hotel just fine at 1130 pm but haven't eaten dinner and I'm about to go cannibal and eat brent's arm. Since we're in Peru and want to indulge in local cuisine we order pizza. Yes, pizza. It probably tops my Mcflurry in Guatemala City. I suck. I promise travel gods to not be so american from here on out. I just didn't know where I was and I was hungry and it was late... After I consumed 5 slices we promptly went to bed because we were told we had a tour at 7 am.

Got up early , ate breakfast and waited for our guide to arrive... And waited. Remember that guy whose English was not so great and who happened to be the one who informed us of our tour time. Well, he was talking about our Cuzco flight pick up the next day. So tired..
We currently are waiting for, at 10, for our between 915 and 945 pick up. Hmmmm Brent is pacing, I'm writing. Just all part of the travel experience again, RIIGHT?