Back in the U.S. and my last day in South America was crazy-ish. Lima, Peru is where we’ll go. Starting off the day at the hostel (well duh), chilling with the people whom after the last few days at The Point had become good friends. Knowing that I was leaving the country, the continent later that day left me with a sense of dread, excitement, sadness and renewed pity for my wallet…
Originally I was planning on checking out the Inquisition museum with some friends as several people had recommended it to me. And plus, an exhibit on torturing and killing people, right up my boat as my German friend whom we- at least I call Pony told me. I wish to say there is a funny story behind it. However it only involves me wanting to give him a nickname. He expected me to say something creative. Therefore originally it was going to be along the lines of Fire-breathing king of unicorns. However it was lengthy and the acronym wasn’t useful. As a result, Pony it was.
Time flies when you’re having fun. Or at least when you wake up late and are just chilling with people in your PJs. Plus I needed to pack. Damn it.
Instead, Mona and I walked around the neighborhood. Since Peruvian Independence day was coming up, actually it’s today- GOOD JOB PERU ON BEING INDEPENDENT!!! -there were people in the plaza selling food like a market. Both of us got tempted by our sweet tooth and got desserts. I am saddened to say I was unable to finish mine. And then I sorely regretted my decision to go sweet instead of savory as I saw a stand selling Anticuchos (cow hearts). They were quite yummy. I tried my first one on Valentine’s day, more about that in my post from all the way back in February).
But we were walking around Barranco, the neighborhood the hostel was in. It’s actually a pretty neighborhood. And a book I started reading on the bus and airplane, one of the characters is from there. It made me giggle. And I just read the part where they went from Lima to Ica to Cusco to the cloud jungle. It was kinda cool cause , hey I’ve been to a bunch of those places and I actually recognize what you’re talking about.
As it was my last day, Mona had to make sure I had gone down to see the beach. Navigating ourselves through the streets, construction not helpful however she is a greaet guide having spent a lot of time in Lima. And of course….
Mona ended up getting some things for herself. I had just enough to do my last activity and get to the airport. No spending for Tahlia.
And then it was time. My last activity in South America which had been delayed a day due to a long trip to see penguins the previous day. A Peruvian cooking lesson!!!! Happily my friend Rachel decided to come along with and take the lesson.
But then there was a problem. My flight was at 11:30 PM. The lesson started at 3:30 PM. I would have to leave the hostel around 8ish to get to the airport. What I didn’t know was “rush hour” was around 8/8:30… The hostel people recommended me to leave at 7:30. Still should be okay, right? Online it said the lessons were 4 to 4 1/2 hours long.
The chef told me that I’d only be able to do part of it to get back to the hostel at 7:30. (Side note: I just keep on wanting to write in Spanish and then stopping, backspacing and rewriting in English. PLEASE I JUST WANT TO CHAT, CHILL AND SWEAR IN CASTELLANO!!!!!) It was what it was and I REALLY wanted to take the lesson. Peruvian food is quite good. Also the lesson came with an e-book. So now I have a cookbook for cooking here. YAYYY
So we started off by going to the market to learn a little bit about the food.
If you want to get nice good fish, you have to get to the market early in the morning. On the other hand, for chicken and beef, it’s apparently better to go to a supermarket. There are so many different types of fruits, from Tuna, a sweet fruit that you peel and can eat the seeds with the fruit, these grapes that taste like champagne grapes, and of course there was avocado, palta. Yummy, yummy.
Then we made our way to the place that we were doing the cooking lesson.
The cooking took several hours. We cut up fruits, vegetables and fish. Learned about how to use peppers to make dishes spicier or just tastier. Don’t touch the seeds by the way….DON’T DO IT. I learned how to properly cut things and how to get minced garlic ridiculously easy. But you need a tool to do it. Technically I also learned how to make a Maracuya sour, a delicious alcoholic beverage, but mine didn’t come out exactly right. My legs began to grow cold and the sun slowly set. I became increasingly worried with time and whether i’d even be able to taste the dishes we were making. Cerviche, a Peruvian fish dish and another fish dish. I do not recall what it is called. And then at long last we were declared finished. Just in time. My watch warned me it was 7 PM.
I had to shovel the food into my mouth. It was delicious, don’t get me wrong, but I got a bit of a stomachache from it. And so began the mad dash to the airport.
First hostel. Shovelling everything from my locker to my bag. Quick hugs, kisses goodbye.
I think the weirdest thing was when Amelia said, “See you in September”…wow I won’t see her for a month. SWEET RELEASE. I mean so sad…
Running back into taxi. And then sitting, looking out the window, exhaustion slowly took over. I didn’t even notice falling asleep, but I woke up with a little bit of drool on my lower mouth. Let it be clear I don’t normally drool. And I was there at the airport. Where the spoke English. And then it came over me. No one would speak Castellano with me for awhile. At very least it would be more difficult to find people to converse and swear to in Spanish. When they tried to speak to me in English, I’m like fuck that. SPANISH CASTELLANO PLEASSSSSEEEEE.
And now I’m here. Back in the U.S. By the way…I LOVE THE SUN AND HEAT AND SUMMER. And now I’ll have…time-ish to catch up on all those other adventure posts that I skipped over. So we’re not completely done yet people. Not yet.