Day 1 – Lima

Yesterday I spent my first full day here in Peru. It started at 4 am when I finally landed after hours of airport delays, fuel leaks, and plane changes. I received my first passport stamp and have been warned they are addictive.

Joe came to the airport and we took a taxi to our hostel. I didn’t realize how quiet and relaxed that ride was until I got in another taxi the next day.

After a few hours of sleep and some breakfast we headed out to Plaza de San Martin. Traffic lights and lines are more suggestions than laws, but drivers seem to know exactly what’s going on in the organized chaos and get you where you’re going rather quickly.

As we wandered Lima, parts of it reminded me of Chicago while other parts reminded me of Downtown Los Angeles.

However, the history and grandiosity of the churches I have never seen before. They were huge and full of intricate wood carvings and statues. The young boy who was way more interested in his Avenger’s lunchbox than they gorgeous architecture around him did look familiar, however. A few blocks on, I saw a young boy play with a Spider-Man action figure in a store window, reminding me of another little boy I know from back home.

As I walked around Lima, I found myself in a balance of familiar and unfamiliar. At times my high school Spanish came out easily and other times I had no idea what someone was saying to me. I road the waves of comfort and discomfort as best I could, dropping into bed exhausted, full, and already looking forward to the next day.

Plaza de San Martin






I’m Sitting in an Airport

I’m sitting in an airport. My passport is blank, but I take comfort in the fact that that won’t be for long. I’m about to board my first international flight, going to Peru. I don’t know what to expect and I haven’t even tried to imagine.

People have asked if I’m scared. I’m strangely not.

People have asked if I’m anxious. I’m strangely not.

Possibly the strangest thing of all is that boarding this flight, with nothing but a backpack and passport, feels like the most natural thing I’ve ever done.

I am ready.


Deep Breath — I’m Going to Peru

I’ve tried to really start this blog multiple times. My drafts folder is full of introductory posts to really get into what this blog is about. Each time I’ve left the draft unfinished in the folder and started a new one. I could blame the procrastination on lack of time, energy, or inspiration, but none of those are really true. The real reason this blog has taken so long to get started is because I haven’t been ready to “go there” yet.

At least for now, I want this blog to be a documentation of my upcoming trip to Peru. While, on the surface, this may not seem like anything to get worked up about, I get worked up. Since before I could remember, I have wanted to travel the world and write about it. I’m pretty sure my MySpace profile said exactly that, actually. This is what I’ve always wanted to do. I’ve planned, I’ve schemed, I’ve saved, and I’ve worked to try and make this happen. The truth of the matter is, however, I was never convinced it actually would.


Having a dream is not an easy thing. Declaring one’s dream is essentially setting yourself up to fail. You have said, “I want this thing and anything less will not be enough.” And that means there’s a lot that could go wrong. So you start pretending you don’t want it that bad, and you start thinking of other options that would be okay too. If the dream happens that will be great, but if not you’ll be okay too.

The scariest part of all is achieving your goal and getting your dream. I don’t know what it is about getting what you want that is absolutely terrifying, but it is. Here I am, plane tickets in hand, and I am basically numb because the realization is too overwhelming. I’m going to get what I want and I have no idea if it will work. Don’t worry, though, I quit my job over this, and I’m getting rid of all my stuff over this and when it’s over I’m just going to try and be a writer and hope it all works out. It’s all just a little too much.

But just a little.

And then I sold my car.

And left my job.

And slowly but surely everything is falling into place and my dream is coming true and numbness is turning into excitement. Overwhelming terror is being replaced with overwhelming joy and gratitude for everyone who helped me get to this point. I’m letting myself get what I want.

So, finally, I have written this first post. I’ve announced it. I’m going to Peru next week for my first international travel adventure ever. I hope you come with me.