cided to go to Flaherty's for happy hour and game 2 of the world series... well, all i can say (can remember) is crawling into bed dreaming of the morning... scrambled eggs with diced tomatoes and spicy beef jerky (which turns out to be the best hangover remedy)... sweet dreams...(7:46pm) Fully recovered now but still no change with the strike... by now serious boredom has set in. It's not helping that it's been cold and raining on and off the last two days making it unpleasant to go out. Even a walk to the mercado isn't fun anymore. Erik has knocked out a whole module of his TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) assignments, and I'm sore from walking up and down the stairs too many times. We've even re-invented ourselves... I am now Picanta (spicy) and Erik is Rocoto (Peruvian chili pepper). Now we've clearly run out of things to do so I sit here writing about our boring day.
Think we're going to have to go to Plan B... head to Nazca and check out the crazy mysterious lines. But we'll make that a game time decision. We'll head to the bus terminal for the umpteenth time tomorrow and find out where the buses are going... wish us luck!
Erik: Yeah, we're bored. Poor us, huh? Stuck in Peru on a year-long trip. Life is rough. Maybe I should go get a beer...but no more pisco!
1 comment:
yeah, i wish i had your boredom problem. all this glorious financial crisis fun in the good ol' USA is just too exhilarating. sorry you are missing it!
pisco/palin '08!!
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