Hello again, this time from Lima, Peru!

First time south of the Equator!

Exciting! Drains spin backwards, the sun rises in the west and it’s springtime in late September.  Okay the drain thing and the sun thing are both lies, but i’m excited to be below the beltline of the earth.  If the earth had a crotch, I’d be sliding towards it.  For the first time in my life, south is downhill.

Getting here yesterday was a nightmare that I won’t bore you with.  Let’s just say that when your flight is 9 hours delayed, you don’t want to be at the airport 3 hours early for the scheduled time.  Piss.  12 hours in the airport and then a 3 hour flight were enough to make sure we all slept in this morning, and then I was eating a tasty meal when the day’s only tour left, so I missed that, too.  It was a bus tour, though, which would have been cool, but not that big of a deal, really.  So I walked around the neighborhood for a long time – San Ysidro (I think) is a nice neighborhood in Lima.  I could totally live here, except that there’s not much to do right here.  I went out just now looking for a particular bar, but didn’t find it.  I think it may have been knocked down and replaced by Progress.  Like my place in Hollywood, but more successfully.

Anyway, now I sit in my hotel room, drinking a bottle of Peruvian wine (Intipalka Tannat 2008 – earthy with a little spice), eating locally-made bread (sweet, tasty!), munching on tiny peruvian apples (sour! tangy!) and biting chunks of Peruvian cheese off the wedge (Cuartirollo, similar to a mozzarella, spelled slightly different in Argentina, or so Google would have me believe.  Anyway, it’s all good.  I went to the gym today and may go again tomorrow, depending on how soon I go to bed. I’ll probably nurse a little bit more wine, work a little bit more on a treatment or two and then conk out.  This is one of the very few times that I wish ChatRoulette was still the thing to do – it’d keep me mindlessly entertained for awhile, anyway.  As it stands, it’s good because I can get some of my treatments written.

I’m not really sure how I’m going to end up structuring these treatments, but I’m going to try to start and finish in one sitting and have at least the skeleton of a story there before I quit.  These Travel Treatments are a trial run.  If I wrote one 1-page treatment a week for a year, I’d have more than 50 stories treated by the end of that year.  That’d be madness!
Good madness, but still!