Out and About

I took the opportunity this week to show Erin downtown Lima. We did the free walking tour Carly and I had done the first weekend I was here. She really enjoyed it and saw there were so many museums and churches to check out. We had enough time left we were able to go through a small church I wanted to see because it had catacombs. It was a really neat building.

Course, you need to remember this is Erin's first time abroad, so a lot of the architecture, fancy churches, and other stuff I just don't think I get as excited about as I used to. Though the catacombs were cool. It was like an underground labrynth with holes in the ground filled with bones. I'm actually surprised how well this underground area has upheld given the risk of earthquakes around here.

Erin and I met at the Marriott and took an Uber downtown. I guess it's is one of the few forms of transportation the embassy allows. Traffic was horrible, as it usually is around here, so we had time to talk and get to know each other.

Allow me to just complain here for a moment. I know this is how things work, but it still doesn't mean I won't whine. I asked Erin how Casey and her were adjusting. She says she'll eat at the Marriott for breakfast and lunch and then when Casey gets home they'll go out to dinner.

So your being given a house? You're staying in a fancy hotel? Your car is being shipped over? You get to go out to dinner all the time? You get a car?

I live with Peruvians. I am in a room in a small apartment. I have to deal with public transportation. I have to walk everywhere. I have to limit grocery shopping to what I can carry home. I have no oven to cook in nor my bosch mixer or stone Pampered chef baking sheets. I have to cook spaghetti. I have to figure out how to play the piano for the upcoming youth fireside. I have to figure out how to send e-mails to people about this in spanish! I have to go work at a hospital with a bunch of little old ladies who speak nothing but Spanish and where I am the only foreigner present. Pardon me if I say this just seems a little unfair.

I know what you're all thinking my friends. At the end of the day, I wouldn't want it any other way. And your right, I wouldn't.

Besides, I noticed my pants were looser on me the other day and concluded it meant only one thing.

I'm not eating enough churros down here.

Erin and I in front of San Franciso Basilica