¡Feliz Navidad! Christmas in Peru, what a joy! Breakfast was a mix of delicious fruits, mangos, oranges, pears, and chirimoya (a fruit that tastes like bubble gum!) Followed by two glasses of mimosas. All of this fruit was bought at the next door little tienda for 3.5 soles. That’s like $1.10 in the U.S.! 

Kurstin and I went for a tour of Parque del Amor, a quaint, yet super cute park with a statue of two lovers caressing for all eyes to see. There were short benches that wove throughout the park and had beautiful mosaic art displayed on them. Also, this park is on the water front, so beach views for dayyyyyys. 

We proceeded to meander our way to Larcomar, or the name of the Peruvian mall, that everyone MUST check out if you come to Peru. Not because it has anything in it you haven’t already seen (i.e., Tommy Hilfiger, TGI Fridays, movie theatre, Coach, etc.), but because it is BUILT INTO THE SIDE OF A CLIFF. This is an outdoor mall on the beach, BUILT INTO THE SIDE OF A CLIFF. I can’t get over it. My mouth stayed open for much of the duration of my time there. 

We tried out Mangos, a cute restaurant, that had a patio…. You guessed it…. looking over the ocean. It was celebrity status, cuz. Some of our hostel mates came to visit us, and we went to KO Sushi, and got some pho. It was soooo good. There was Sriracha everywhere, which is the main reason Kurstin took us there (Sriacha is basically gold to Peace Corps Volunteers). Then we walked back along the painted streets of Miraflores back to our hostel, where things got crazy.

By crazy, I mean, we decided to play Uno. Now, if you know me, you probably think I’m a pretty nice person (maybe). However, if you really know me, you know I get a wee bit too competitive with board/card games. And if you’re thinking, “wait, is she serious?”, the answer is, absolutely.  Now, games are an amazing way to engage a group of strangers from different areas of the world, who may speak a different language than yourself, and really, just a good excuse to stop looking at your phone. So, Uno. Let’s just say, I lost all rounds, and my supposed “friends” all took delight in chanting the word loser. It was a VERY hard pill to swallow. However, we continued to play and had a great time! 

At the end of the night, we gathered our spaghetti ingredients and whipped up the pasta dish in the hostel kitchen. Kurstin met a fellow Wisconsiner, and I attempted to chat with another person from Colombia. We had a difficult time figuring out how to work the stove, but we eventually got it done; Mmmmm spaghetti and bread, perfecto. With a last glance out past the roof at the Lima night sky, we went to bed. 

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