“A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving."- Lao Tzu

Currently, Kiah and I sit in a Peruvian Chinese restaurant, alone....in a corner....sitting around empty tables that are set up for a wedding. 

We arrived this afternoon and went through customs with no problems. Our biggest problem was finding our driver. Yes, you read that correctly. We had a driver. My friend Loren and Kathy could not meet us at the airport so they hired a driver for us. He drove us for about half an hour and stopped outside the gate of a military base. He then proceeded inside after he got the ok and dropped us off. So I had an idea that we were staying in a military area from Loren but I had no idea that we were actually staying on a military base or military protected area.  I turned to Kiah and said "now you can tell your mom that you are staying at the safest place possible-a military base." 

It's only been a few hours but between my Spanish listening and understanding experience of more everyday conversation Spanish and Kiah speaking more of it in class in a formal setting, we make quite the Spanish traveling duo. I understand and she speaks and we are both quite happy with that. 

The flight was not the worst I've been on but not the best. We had at least 8 little kids on our flight. The ones that we thought would be the worst, did not sit near us and were relatively quiet. We were lucky to sit near these cute little girls. But one little girl did not stay quiet long and cried, CRIED throughout part of the flight. She always cried when I was in the middle of what seemed like one of my REM cycles. I could hear it through my headphones. And it wasn't just like a "I'm scared and crying" but it was "I'm scared and going to cry so much I choke and that will make me cry harder cry." And I sat next to an older man who did not understand "you only pay for one seat." He kept intruding on my space, and particularly elbowing me while I was trying to sleep. He also had the wonderful habit of biting his nails but his nails were so short that it was like he was just chomping at thin air since he couldn't reach his nails. AND even with all that, that still was not the worst flight I've been on. 

Now, we rest and try to catch up on sleep and tv. Tomorrow we get to see some sites, people getting married and eat some more yummy food. YAY!