estoy aqui

A late night arrival that couldn't help but feel cinematic. Summertime temperatures, Peruvian radio soundtrack, honking collectivos, a daze of poverty and urbanism whizzing by. My poco español suddenly called upon. My driver pointing to and fro. Arrival to my modern hotel, greetings with promised South American hospitality.
A cup of tea, a tiny chocolate, a hot shower. Falling deeply asleep as if already in a dream to unfamiliar sounds of traffic and radios and ruckus.
Tomorrow: a tourist.
Bienvenidos al Peru.