ople also headed to the hotel españa (their luggage had been lost somewhere in frankfurt), we settled down on a wall, where our driver, gary, promptly sat down with us and we began conversing in broken spanish.after the question of ¨¿tienes novió?' (do you have a boyfriend?), where dani responded sí´and katie no, it became apparent that gary had eyes only for katie.
we didn´t emerge from our room till 11am the next morning, and when we did, we spotted gary heading for our room with a note in hand:
while handing us the note, he mimed dancing and drinking.
es posiblé.
(side note: while at the airport, trying to break the ice and make conversation, we´d reverted to using the limited spanish phrases listed in the guide book. in hindsight, perhaps we should not have used ´where can we find it cheaper?´, ´drunk´, and ´pisco´.)
we decided to explore downtown lima, where we wandered among shops and honed our bargaining skills. we stumbled across a tiny bar tucked in an alleyway, where we were flagged down for free pisco samples.
on this shopping expedition, katie also realized she is in love with alpacas. they are her new power animal.
after wandering into the downtown district and stopping to eat lunch at a little cafeteria style restaurant with traditional peruvian food (dani devoured a 1/4 pollo and papas fritas, katie ate arroz con pollo, leaving most of the pollo behind), we met a lovely gentleman from colombia. he invited us to see his ¨mama´s place¨. dani was skeptical but katie trotted after him, ice cream in hand, like a small child being led to a predator´s vehicle with promises of candy. we went to ¨mama´s place¨, which turned out to be a really cool bar. as we were leaving, an hombre at a table started leering and throwing spanish comments our way. we were unsure what was going on, so we left, while our colombian friend went dashing back up the stairs. after he returned, he told us what the man had said (which we shall not repeat, this is a clean blog - unless dani is typing, in which case expect inappropriateness), and that he had told the hombre what´s what. he then invited us to come back at 8pm for free drinks and dancing.
dani: nothing is free.
katie: how nice!
es posiblé.
next, we returned to our hotel and decided we were famished. katie wanted to try a ceviche place (recommended by a toothless man on our way back to the hotel), but dani was craving wine, bread, cheese, and olives. she is very persuasive, so we set out to find a supermarket. while in the wine aisle, we started talking to a peruvian guy (jean) who ended up speaking perfect english, and had also studied at the san francisco art institute. this piqued dani´s interest, and led to a long conversation regarding illustration and design, while katie acquainted herself with his friend, who was also interesting. they then invited us out to celebrate jean's friend's birthday at a local bar.
es posiblé.
after our walk back, including a long deliberation over the evening's plans, we decided to ditch all three of our admirer's invitations to have our own private party.
sus amigas,
daniela y katerina
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