Random things...

So I don't really have a post for yesterday, but instead I thought I would write about a random assortment of things. 

First I had a really good juice the other day that is a Peruvian specialty called Chicha Morada.  It's made from blue corn and is then mulled with cinnamon, cloves, sugar, and lemon juice.  It was served room temp or cold and was soo good.  The waitress couldn't explain to me what it was so I had to try to remember the name and tell my translator what it was later. 

Yesterday for lunch we tried another chifa and I think the verdict is in for me...they are overrated and taste like American takeout Chinese. 

It seems that there is little to no Indian food in Lima, but I have stumbled upon one place that provides catering, takeout, and delivery.  When I told my bosses they were both so excited that we are meeting up at one of their houses on Fri night for Indian.  I'm charged with ordering all the food and if it's bad guess who gets blamed:).  They were talking with me yesterday about how keen they are on my moving down and then they corrected themselves they repeated how they don't care about me, but are more interested in the hyphy wyphy (yes that is my nickname for her and no she doesn't mind).  They said that they would be willing to float the capital investment so we can come down here and start an Indian restaurant and they are convinced that the expat community would be enough to drive the business.  Will report on the Indian food later this weekend.

So I was moved to a new hotel yesterday and last night I went to my room for the first time.  To the unsuspecting eye it looks like a good hotel.  That is until one tries to go to sleep.  For whatever reason the window doesn't keep any of the sound of the street out.  I am staying on a pretty main thoroughfare and it sucks.  I guess b/c it never rains most of the windows that open in buildings in Lima are pretty much just single pane with little or no insulation around the framework.  I'm not sure if I have covered the love affair the average Peruvian driver has with their car's horn.  It is much like India in that sense so when the light turns the hand hits the horn as a reaction.  The horn is used all the time for anything.  I walked by a house the other day and they guy was sitting outside the front door on his motorcycle riding the horn.  So you can imagine what sleeping is like when you have non insulated windows and horn happy drivers.  Luckily for me I sleep very soundly, but I woke up very quickly too.  I'm definitely moving back to the old hotel. 

Este es todo para ahora.