Lima
I believe in the Universe. I was “raised atheist” and have grown into someone who tries to be more aware of energies and the Universe. I don’t believe in fate, per se, but I do believe that certain places, people, and experiences you encounter are the Universe’s way of showing you where you should be. And there is something about Peru that draws me to it inexplicably so. Maybe I should listen to the Universe. Les Go to Peru! (These are my travels from July 2016).
He’s my best friend!
When I got the second calling to Peru (I had gone with sister in 2011) it was in large part to meet up with my best friend. At the time, he had been traveling around South America for almost a complete year; Something I aspire to do but now my ole ass needs stability! It’s crazy enough that I move different countries every two years! But, honestly, I’d had met him in Nebraska (no shade) if that’s what it had taken. It just happened that it was in beautiful Peru.
We spent a significant amount of time in Lima. Lima is a dope ass city. It nestles the ocean and seems to have a scene for everyone. You could get lost in a book in one of the many cafes or walk around aimlessly and feel the vibe of the city. We did all of the above.
Particularly, we stayed in the Barranco neighborhood. It’s definitely a hipster feel but hipsters only seem to be self-entitled jerks in the States, so no worries there! We basically squatted at this lil bodega, Juanito de Barranco, that had the most adorable group of ole men who ran it. It was jus homey enough without pandering to the tourists that floated among the locals. I mean, look at this OG slang sandwiches:
And because Barranco was a little hipster, the street art was bangin:
An the motha suckin food n dranks! Sweet baby Jesus.
Pisco Sour 
Bodega 
Cafecito 
Ceviche
Everything you put into your mouth in Lima is to die for. The freshness of the ceviche is stunning. It falls apart in your mouth. You can try Cuy (Guinea Pig) which I didn’t really care for or street food which I always care for. The grimy-er the better!
When I think about Peru, or Latin America for that matter, it makes my heart hurt. I still reminisce on this particular trip as if it were yesterday. I’ve never felt more home in another country than Peru. It is magical. The people. The culture. The language. Everything.
For now I’m gonna dream on this bangin’ ass Pisco Sour.
Les Go... 