Siesta

I love the movement on the dance floors in Barranco. Though original plans had me sleeping in central Lima for my stay, I recline now on the roof of my hostel in Barranco. The artistic district by the shore. Yesterday, in central Lima, Sandra and I walked to Plaza de Armas and Chinatown before meeting up with Luis to have a Pisco Sour at the Hotel Bolivar. We decided to leave the bustling central and head to Barranco for the night. Luis was born in Arequipa and guided us to the beach, the best seafood dinner, and the block of bars and discotheques. The music kept the dance floor alive no matter crowded or spacious.

We spent today walking around Miraflores. They had a mice problem a few years back and brought in cats. Unlike the cats of the Cinque Terre that seem to watch from every roof and corner, the cats in Miraflores stick to the parks. In the fenced off grass they coil up to sleep, or watch park patrons lazily. We walked for miles by the cliffs where the parasailers launched right next to the Parque del Amor, a catless park. The park is perched on the edge of the cliffs with a wonderful statue of a passionate kiss and dozens of love quotes. "Conjuncion de la carne y el espiritu eso es el amor" Percy Gibson