Journey Man

I’m headed to the airport this morning to fly to Cusco, Peru. Packed high expectations. Texted with a friend last night who I haven’t heard from in a long time. She used to live in Miraflores, the area I mentioned briefly in yesterday’s blog. It’s down by the water. Anyhow, she says I must return on my last day for ceviche, supposedly the best in all the world. Oh, and Carne Assad.

So, ciao, Tupac Hostel. You served me well. See you in a week.