Yoe Noe Say

It was the strangest thing....I woke up this morning and I was in a different country. I think I'm in Peru, but one can't be sure. "How did I even get here?" I asked myself. Then, before long, I remembered to myself, ah, yes, I did indeed travel to get here. In fact, I travelled all day. And some of the night too. When I signed up for Peru I clearly did not check a map first to see how far away it was. It's pretty far. When you include a five hour layover in Miami, a one hour delay due to maintenence, a trip through customs, searching for my name at the airport amongst the crowds, the drive to the house, the 800 mile (sorry, I meant kilometer) long walk to the front door, and the hours it took for my mother to answer the doorbell, and the 300 trips I had to make on the airplane to use the bathroom (actually I think it was only 2), it totalled about 18 hours.

My first airplane pilot calmed us all down before take-off by saying "Well, folks, looks like we're about twenty minutes early - so the next time we're twenty minutes late, call it even." At first it made me laugh, but then my next flight was 60 minutes late so I felt cheated. They still owe me 40 minutes. At least the two other people in my row were invisible, so I got to lie down on them for most of the flight. But also instead of a window I had a nice lavatory, so I'll call that one even. I'll be waiting for my forty minutes.

Well, I should probably begin to unpack my suitcases. Most of them are full of candy and tea, but I think I brought a couple shirts and socks. Today I get to see Peru in daylight! So until later, alligators! (If anyone's actually reading this, that is).