Best photo I’ve taken thus far.
Lo que será, será
Walked around Boalt with my walkie talkie today.
“Apricot to Liger, what is your twenty? Over.”
Closing Doors Can Be Good For You
This was a particularly amusing article to read as I still entertain going through medical school just because it’d let me keep my options open. I still want to. But still.
D1, P2
Lima, Peru
So far, Ive met a British gal and a guy named Jaime from Oakland. Its been a lot of waiting today, even though I walked all around the district trying to explore. Every time I see something, my brain automatically has to divide by three. This freedom of having nothing planned out ahead of time is frightening, but I know Ill get used to it soon. I need to head to Cuzco in the next two days or three. I still cant get my head wrapped around the idea that Im in South America.
D1, P1
Lima, Peru
Left SFO at 1340 on 25/5, got to Miami at 2200. 5 hour flight plus a 3 hour time difference. Fun. MIA is barren at 10pm. They play sax music, so you feel like a 20s detective. Met a Peruvian man at SFO as well as a St. Louis couple. Former scared me, latter was talkative. Venezuelan couple on the MIA flight wouldn’t talk to me. Met a Bolivian man on the way to Lima. Got here at 430 with I’d say 2 hours of sleep on the plane.
I’m up writing at 743 here because the shops don’t open til 900. Really desperate for a shower now, but I’ll have to wait til 1300 to complete my booking at the Inka Hostel. LIM smells like fish and pollution. The 1 hr bus *minivan* ride cost 2 soles which is $$.66. I need food right now, so I’m gonna go explore the city. Plus, I need to find a bank and a photocopy place.
You’re going to hell.
I wonder if at this age, he was yelling, “No more juice!!!”
Hitler at a young age.
Hahahahahaha, I’ve had some of these.
Fat Joe would approve.
