Day 1 - Inca Cola

First let me say, Inca Cola is bomb. It tastes like bubblegum and Katherine hates it, but she also hates cheese and meat, Diana is indifferent.

Both flights were crappy, we had to fly around weather the entire way to Miami and it was turbulent the whole way, and then most of the way to Lima it was also turbulent, and each flight took about 5 hours. Recent quote from Diana, "I don't know if this couch smells or if its just me." We are all very tired even though we haven't done much today. We walked down the main avenue through Miraflores and to the beach just to see what was around. It was all really really crappy looking, but then we found the main square where all the tourists hang out and watched a pudgy Peruvian woman fall over and hurt her arm, we stood there and did nothing for a little bit until we sort of helped her up, she kept screaming "El brazo! El brazo!" Food is ridiculously cheap, and we ate delicious fried potatoes, chicken, and steak, for about $1.50 each. The hostel dog here is also pretty sweet, her name is Kahlua, and she might be secretly evil because she gets angry sometimes. We met a Peruvian guy named Hugo on the plane from Miami who thought Katherine and I were married, probably because he eavesdropped on our spanish convo in the airport. We really wanted to sit first class and were trying to think of all options available, and marriage seemed viable to get us a first class seat, which had massage chairs. It didn't work. We have internet until Sunday, we leave for Pisco Monday and we don't know if there will be easy internet access there. We'll try to keep you updated.

We will probably venture out and find some dinner soon, we are only two hours ahead of west coast time instead of three. Our Spanish is improving literally by the minute, which we all like. Katherine is probably the best, and we can all sort of communicate what we want to say, but understanding is still difficult. We're working on it, and some of the people talk rather slowly so its easier to understand them, like our driver from the airport (Salome, sounds like salami) and the woman who works here at the unmarked hostel, which is tagged with graffitti on the outside but nice on the inside. It is also the house of the a former president of peru and his wife.

It doesn't feel like we are in Peru, for all we know we could be Mexico. Cusco is probably going to be more quintissential Peru, and one woman we met at the hostel says its one of her favorite cities in the world, so we're psyched.

Long blog entry, I'll write again when I have important or interesting things to say. See you in 56 days. Abrazos.