Mushy muddy hands. Hot afternoon sun. Sunscreen and sweet potato chips...
We escaped Cuzco last night after a ridiculously fun day in Pisac with some super-surfery lady-hollering natives. The Pisac market is HUGE! Lots of souveneirs, negotiating, and great potatoes (as there are everywhere in Peru). Here, when a girl has great tits, you say "que buenas papas!"
We took the freezing cold night bus to Puno. The knife twisting stomach pains passed, but I was left rubbing my legs back to life. No heater - no problem.... lies!
After some delicious sleep, a hot misty shower, omeletes and coffee, we set out to Chicuito to find my Ann Arbor co-op friend Erin who has been volunteering in the Puno area for the past two summers. We got down and dirty, building walls and securing cracked areas with freshly made mortar. We felt like kids squishing the brown goo between our crusty fingers. Yesterday, Jonathan bought a beautiful churango at the Pisac feria and showcased his blossoming skills for the old residents of the Chicuito lot. Dancing delight. Music. Love.
After some mate and warm showers, we sit in this internet cafe checkin in on the outside world. Erins housemates are very sweet and we will probably go out for dinner and drinks around Puno.
The journey continues...
Besos!
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