Kyle says: Day 3 again began at La Favorita with some cafe and jugo. Then I bought some shit for my camera and Justin went for a walk along the coast without getting robbed...barely.
Meanwhile, back at the apartment, I did 4 sets of 10 reps on the old weight bench. All the while picturing the stunned look that will appear on Matt's face when we finally wrestle and he is stymied by my Peru-found power.
Sandwiches tend to figure large in our afternoons thus far and yesterday was no exception. We sandwiched up and then napped while the sun was coming through the windows nice and strong.
Come evening time, I wanted to go visit some peeps in Los Olivos, so we took a cab out there. Should be about a 30 minute trek, but due to road construction, we were in the cab for what seemed like and hour and a half. When we finally got there we walked down to Covida and I tapped on Oscar and Valentina's door with my key. They both came out and invited us in for bread and tea with honey. We talked shit for an hour or so. Oscar kept trying to pronounce Justin's name and then at one point, in the middle of our conversation, apropos of nothing, he yelled out "JUSTIN!" in near perfect pronunciation. Then he went back to talking about classic movies and Marlon Brando. All in all, pretty good times.
Los Olivos is one of my old hoods, so I took J around to show him some of the crazy. We had a couple of really really bad Cuba Libres at one place, and then a couple of really really strong ones at another place called the Tequendama. I kinda dig the place cause they play lots of 80s rock of the Cure et al variety. At about 1 am, a band came on and did some pretty damn competent versions of Doors and Depeche Mode songs. Sort of wonderful in their way. We eventually bounced and taxied back to Miraflores for 20 soles.
Justin says: Los Olivos was amazing. This was a place I never would have experienced in a thousand years, with really rad people I never would have met. It's not a tourist area by any means, and I love finding little corners of the planet that are so foreign to my normal life.
Much has been made of the avocado situation here. Many of you know me as a sandwich lover, and as such, the combination of my sandwich love and plentiful paltas (as avocados are called here) has been quite a match. Kyle and I have forged some spectacular sambwidges that are now a daily staple in our diet. In addition, it's brought me closer to realizing my dream, of which some of you are also familiar, involving myself, a plate of warm pita wedges, and a bathtub full of mashed up avocados.
Meanwhile, back at the apartment, I did 4 sets of 10 reps on the old weight bench. All the while picturing the stunned look that will appear on Matt's face when we finally wrestle and he is stymied by my Peru-found power.
Sandwiches tend to figure large in our afternoons thus far and yesterday was no exception. We sandwiched up and then napped while the sun was coming through the windows nice and strong.
Come evening time, I wanted to go visit some peeps in Los Olivos, so we took a cab out there. Should be about a 30 minute trek, but due to road construction, we were in the cab for what seemed like and hour and a half. When we finally got there we walked down to Covida and I tapped on Oscar and Valentina's door with my key. They both came out and invited us in for bread and tea with honey. We talked shit for an hour or so. Oscar kept trying to pronounce Justin's name and then at one point, in the middle of our conversation, apropos of nothing, he yelled out "JUSTIN!" in near perfect pronunciation. Then he went back to talking about classic movies and Marlon Brando. All in all, pretty good times.
Los Olivos is one of my old hoods, so I took J around to show him some of the crazy. We had a couple of really really bad Cuba Libres at one place, and then a couple of really really strong ones at another place called the Tequendama. I kinda dig the place cause they play lots of 80s rock of the Cure et al variety. At about 1 am, a band came on and did some pretty damn competent versions of Doors and Depeche Mode songs. Sort of wonderful in their way. We eventually bounced and taxied back to Miraflores for 20 soles.
Justin says: Los Olivos was amazing. This was a place I never would have experienced in a thousand years, with really rad people I never would have met. It's not a tourist area by any means, and I love finding little corners of the planet that are so foreign to my normal life.
Much has been made of the avocado situation here. Many of you know me as a sandwich lover, and as such, the combination of my sandwich love and plentiful paltas (as avocados are called here) has been quite a match. Kyle and I have forged some spectacular sambwidges that are now a daily staple in our diet. In addition, it's brought me closer to realizing my dream, of which some of you are also familiar, involving myself, a plate of warm pita wedges, and a bathtub full of mashed up avocados.
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