Two weeks ago I survived a sixteen and a half hour long flight. Even though the flight from Miami to Lima was only five hours long, it was a struggle. Maybe it had to do that we sat in the plane for about an hour before it actually took off or that there were no movies or TV shows to keep me entertained.
We reached Lima around midnight, and had at least four hours to kill before we could even re-check our baggage. Here I realized how handy my high school Spanish vocabulary could be. Sure, I couldn't speak in completely proper sentences, so maybe I partially fail. But I could sure understand enough and speak enough to buy the things I needed. I think that's all right for the first day.
The nigh
t we spent at the airport in Lima has to be one of the most uncomfortable nights, evaaaaa. I hurt. I slept, slouched, curled up, and tried anything to fall asleep in a small, compact chair. Needless to say, I crashed on the next flight and woke up to this:
Imma just gonna say it: I felt like I was looking at a scene from Lord of the Rings. NO HATERADE ALLOWED. We walked off the plane to the airport, which is absolutely adorable. It's a bit old-fashioned, small, and totally efficient.
The whole city is surrounded by mountains, making the weather outside pleasantly chilly. The clinic we're staying at has five floors. Because of the mountainous terrain, the entrance and actual clinic is the 4th floor and most of the rooms are below on the first three levels. However, we still have an amazing view:
We had a late light breakfast, and mostly everyone is catching up on their sleep right now. I'm mentally preparing myself to take a freezing cold shower in an already cold house. LEGGO.
Also, we are going grocery shopping tonight. I am so so so excited. They even mentioned maybe going to a farmer's market. Eeeeeek. Words can't explain.
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