The traffic (both autos and people) is what I think of when I've been told about Italy: a fluid chaos that never quite jams up completely, lines and signs are mere suggestions, and yet everyone is watching out for everyone else very keenly. People slither into lines in front of scores of other people with a genius not even the Europeans can match. I was so tired I didn't even care when a huge bus came close enough that I could have touched it through the open window of the car. For blocks.
Lima airport is chaotic: since pilots have to rely on visuals and not on radar or instruments so much, flights have to get here early since we're nestled right in some of the high mountains. I counted 8 *large* flights to Cusco in our waiting area alone, many of which all left within minutes of each other. The mountains were gorgeous, wrinkly and arid, but with trees. It looked as if there were some tree farms as we were coming in to Cusco: everything was in neat rows. Sort of looked like Blue Spruce mixed in there, too.
I've taken my high-altitude supplements and am going to shower and crash for a few hours. I've been going for almost 24 hours now: I left Huntsville yesterday at 11:00am and it is now 9:24am and we're in the same timezone.
The long travel was ... interesting. The Miami airport has been revamped, and is very, very nice indeed. The terazzo floors are just utterly beautiful! They have mixed in shells and mother-of-pearl, and these brass inlays that look like leaves, diatoms, shells, and various other forms of sea life. I had such a long layover that I walked the concourse from one end to the other staring at this floor and never saw two alike!
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how exciting this must be for you!
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