to Chicama, the much-anticipated big swell finally hit the long shore that had become our temporary home. Surfers and non-surfers alike spent the day transfixed by the mile-long break and the logistics of riding it…over, and over, and over again. The next morning Jax and I packed our sandy clothes up, settled our tab with El Hombre, and caught an overnight bus back to Lima. Our plan was to spend a few days in Lima before heading east, into the mountains of central Peru. We returned to the
same hostel we had stayed at when we first arrived in Lima, because we had made friends with a few of the people who worked there and were hoping they would let us leave Jax’s surf gear in storage there for a couple of months, until it was time for us to fly home for the holidays. Well…there was the storage issue on the logistical end, but we also wanted to play ping-pong in
the hostel courtyard, have a few cubra libres poured by our favorite hostel bartender, and enjoy an evening out on the town together…an actual date!
ith absolute certainty that IF there is a pair blue-jeans for sale in South America that was tailored with the "average" 5’10” woman in mind, I certainly did not find it. So although it’s not always "practical" to carry a pair of jeans around while backpacking, when a girl needs a great pair of jeans, she really NEEDS a great pair of jeans! I’ll never travel without them again…or without a cute skirt and a tube of mascara.For the Ladies in My Life
and an email (see below) that I received from my good friend Diane sealed the deal. Although we´ve only been on the road for a couple of weeks now, I am absolutely fascinated by the innate, learned, unavoidable, and indisputably exhilirating similarities shared by people of different nationalities, religions, languages, politics, and (last but not least) sexes. All of these feelings seem to be epitomized by the following photos of predator and prey in the most tender of positions.
an steak house. WA HOO! Over the past week in Puerto Chicama, we´ve been eating a lot of fried meats (mostly chicken and fish) and buttery rice, which has left me CRAVING fresh salads, veggies, GRILLED meat, and WINE.
her! As for the outfit, I improvised a bit, resolved to go shopping today, generally bucked up, and felt pretty darn good when we walked out the door. The moral of this story (and the purpose of this email) is that a woman should never ignore, inadvertently or not, the small things about being a woman that contribute to how she perceives her overall femininity, regardless of to what degree that may be. For me, as it turns out, I need to following minimal factors in order to feel fun, flirty, and fully feminine: clean hair, lip gloss, fresh panties, and something that would NOT be entirely practical to go hiking in. ;)
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