After a very late check in at the Embajadores Hotel in the Miraflores suburb of Lima, getting started happened a little late, so to speak. Most of us had roused by about 10:00am and were off, exploring the town on what we are told was the nicest day in months (Especially apropos since it was Dia de San Valentino). Needless to say, 39ers were lamenting the missing of the various misses, mssres and other assorted “life partners” (ie: Brooks) as the locals were promenading arm in arm around the town. Groups dispersed out to church, shopping areas, the beach, lunch, etc.
By 2:30pm, we embarked on our multi-hour city tour which included such Lima must-sees as the plazas San Martin and Bolivar, respectively, the oldest coffee shop in Lima (which, for what it is worth, had the very best in ham for the ridiculously cheap 5 Nueva Soles bocadillo – rated “muy bien” by our resident voracious gourmand, Ivor Van Wingerden), the main Franciscan Monastery (highlighted by a trip down to the catacombs for a neatly excavated and organized view of the bones of 25,000 demised Peruvians).
After the tour concluded, back at the hotel we were treated to an entertaining archeological overview of the region by an eminent UCLA-trained anthropologist. The talk, we admit, was even more enjoyable with the necessary pisco sour provided to us by the good academician. He insisted, and who we to refuse?! Then, off for dinner and an early bedtime since Dr. Crabb had us booked early for educational mayhem and adventure.
Respectfully Sumbmitted, Pedro’angel, Miguel y Sara
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