After a night out until well past last call at San Francisco bars I was struggling to get out of bed much less out of the hotel. I finally was forced to leave so that they could clean my room (if it was up to me I would have told them to skip the cleaning). In a way I'm beginning to feel like some of these celebrities of years gone by that would just live continuously in a hotel (mostly b/c of the living in a hotel thing and not so much b/c I have any sort of celebrity status).
When I finally managed to leave the hotel I went to Central Lima where there is a Franciscan Monestary (I've emailed photos out to most of you, but as with the last set of photos if you haven't gotten any and you want some drop me an email). It was an interesting plaza when I reached there that clearly reminded me of Notre Dame in Paris, but much much smaller. When I paid to get in I sat in a waiting area for an English speaking tour and was surrounded by people who were going on one of the more regular Spanish speaking tours. Overall this experience has been one of living in the minority (from a language standpoint) and that has been really interesting.
Ok this post has been scrapped. I'm posting it since I wrote it, but it's about me going around like a tourist and you can get those stories in person. The good stuff is the random observations from my day. Posting again immediately...
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The abrupt ending of this post absolutely cracked me up. =)
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