First day in Puno Luis, Beto and went to the alferado. Juan Carlos, with the virgin natividad in hand and a banner across his chest, led a procession. We followed in line with the people and performers around a courtyard of orchestras that stuck up a tune as we passed. The day was filled with dancing, speeches, and drinking, and ended with te piteado. Early the next morning we went to tio Leo's Restaurant, Brasas del Titicaca, and sampled the days menu for breakfast. A mountain of lomo saltado, coupled with tea and fresh milk. Then for lunch he gave us seco, a tender beef soaked and surrounded with a rich green sauce, served beside a pyramid of rice. One night we strayed from tio Leo's restaurant to try, Machu pizza, and plotted how we could order extras to feed us the bus ride to La Paz.
Each day we've run around up to the condor and inca lookouts, down to the pier, and between the goal posts of the small turf soccer field. This is the first time I've played since January's injury, it felt so good to be back. Good in the painful type of way, making a run 4000 meters above sea level, then trying to get back on d proved to be a tiring feat. I seemed to have difficulty with the size of the goal, as 6 shots that looked sooo close merely rang off the posts. I am so excited to start playing again.
Picture is from the day I got my blogger api to work, and the schools paraded down the street.
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