Lima Peru

I just had to take a motorcycle ride the morning of our leaving for Peru. Go a whole week without a ride??? I think not...
At 3 pm, off we go to Miami for the first leg of a very long afternoon, night into the next day. Arrive at MIA.  I finally got to put a stamp on my passport that I got to go to Belize so many years ago and that never happened.  A strange place with lots of people.  Seems like everyone is trying to sell something.  Trying to make a buck any way they can.  I took a picture of an old man walking with a llama and gave him a buck.  He was excited with that American dollar!!  But, of course this is the way of the world.  Make a buck. 
I was a little uncomfortable being the only person in the household who could not speak spanish so I felt left out of everything. No bother.  Dora tried to communicate with me as we were sightseeing and I understood her enough to get by.  Saw some beautiful old architecture. Churches.  The Pacific coastline and the very cold water of the pacific.  Loved the markets.  The food markets the super markets.  The crazy driving!!  Was kind of cold and damp but it was winter?  Opposite of us below the equator.  Would I go back?  Probably not.  Maybe if I could speak spanish but I'm not interested in learning again...I found the intense poverty unnerving.  Up in the mountains...and just the way people live.  Flor's sister Milli had some nice digs...Miraflores was a pretty place.  Everyone is too short!!  lol