In Peru

I´m writing from an internet cafe in Cusco.   We flew out of St. Louis at 6 am on Wednesday, had a 6 hour layover in Miami, then arrived in Lima about 9:30 PM.  It´s a tour, with 6 of Robin´s Spanish students and six adults, including our old traveling companions the Hills.  We were doing pretty well, although damn tired of airports, until we went to pick up our luggage. 

 My sister Vicki always tells the story of a former boyfriend who flew into Lima and found they´d lost his luggage.  The baggage claim person was very helpful.  “No problema, Señor.  Either your luggage is in Lima, or it is not in Lima.  No problema!” 

As with everyone, this maxim applied to us, but unfortunately our luggage was NOT in Lima.  The group had 8 missing bags, and there was another large group ahead of us with missing bags also, so we didn´t actually leave the airport until almost midnight, and we got to bed sometime after 1 AM. 

Yesterday we toured Lima, visiting two monasteries and the cathedral; the last was especially cool as we went through the catacombs and saw vast numbers of femurs, humeruses, and skulls of former Limeños.   I of course have lots of pics, but no way am I trying to upload them via this very slow connection. 

Anyway, late in the afternoon our guide called the airport and they said they had our luggage and were delivering it.  But when we got back to the hotel at 9, no luggage.  And when we got up at 3:30 AM(!) to catch our flight to Cusco, still no word.  So I showered and put on the same clothes for the third day, went downstairs with just enough time to get on the bus, and — there was our luggage, which apparently came in late in the afternoon, but nobody at the hotel knew it.  Too late to change — onto the plane. 

Finally we got to Cusco, where, unlike in Lima, the sun was shining brightly.  We had some breakfast including coca tea, which apparently is of course the local remedy for altitude — 11,000 feet — and then finally went back to the room to change and nap. 

So, here I am, a person in clean clothes, and it´s time to wander around town and have thousands of people try to sell me souvenirs.  More later. 

4 Responses to “In Peru”

  1. Travis says:

    You need to get Cabell a t-shirt or something. She feels bad about being the only Gathman on the continent right now.

  2. Cabell says:

    Please don’t get me a t-shirt. I have too many as it is.

    Also, next time you go to Peru, you should call beforehand to EXPLICITLY SAY that you are going to Peru, instead of sort of alluding to it in an email so that it takes me several days to start wondering if you’ve left the country.

  3. Jade says:

    How great! Have lots of adventures. Lucky you.

  4. Allen says:

    Next time we go to Peru, I promise to give very explicit notice.

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