(This is a long, long overdue blog series. I just really haven’t been in the mood to sit down and write it, and I didn’t want to half-ass it. But better late than never!)
A few weeks ago, I took my first trip out of the country since my senior year of high school. Heck, if you discount Las Vegas, it was the first time I’ve even been outside of the state of California. Needless to say, I was very much in need of a true vacation.
So I went to Perú.
Why Perú?
Alex: come to peru with me
Seemed like a good enough reason. So Alex, his friend Alexandra, and I booked a 10-day trip to Perú.
We left on Friday (Alex and Alexandra from SF, me from LA), meeting up in Houston, and then flying together to Lima, Perú. The first day was all travel; we landed late in the day, and by the time we had cleared customs and met up with our tour contact, it was after midnight. We made our way to the hotel, grabbed computers to email family / update Facebook, and went promptly to bed.
On Monday, we had a group orientation meeting, and then went on a short bus tour of the city. Afterwards, we had the rest of the day to ourselves. On a recommendation from our tour guide, we went to Pescados Capitales, a very fancy seafood restaurant.
I should take a moment to explain what I mean by “very fancy”. You could’ve picked this restaurant up, dropped it on Ocean in Santa Monica, and set the prices in dollars instead of Soles, and it wouldn’t have been out of place in the least. That last point is pretty key though – the dishes which would’ve cost $40-50 here were roughly 1/3 of the price (in US dollars). I think we each paid, after tip, maybe S./65 for our dishes and drinks (sixty-five Soles), which is roughly $24.
The ceviche I ordered was absolutely the greatest meal I’ve ever had. Very few things even compare (one which does was what we had in Cusco, but I’m getting ahead of myself).

After lunch, we decided to walk back to our hotel, taking the scening route along the beach. This ended up being a 2-hour walk, but it was just so beautiful out.



Lima reminded me instantly of Los Angeles. It is divided into 43 districts, some nicer than others. We stayed in one of the nicer ones, called Miraflores, which was just Santa Monica transplanted to Perú. I’m talking gorgeous weather, situated on bluffs overlooking the ocean, great food, parks, etc.
For dinner, we went to a small side street with lots of different restaurants, and were immediately bombarded by representatives trying to get us to come to their restaurant. Their method of competition? Free drinks. The drinks we got ended up being small, but free is still free. Dinner was good, but not as great as lunch. In Perú though, lunch is the marquee meal, so it makes sense.
On Sunday, we returned to the Lima airport to catch a flight to Cusco, and continue our trip away from the coast (and, by extension, sea level). Then, after one week of traveling around the countryside and mountains (which I’ll recap in detail later), we returned to Lima for a final day.
For us, it was just some time to chill before beginning the long trip home. But we did have a fantastic farewell dinner with the rest of our group: a three-course meal with small samplings of different Peruvian dishes, included beef heart (delicious, by the way).

Mmmmm, beef heart.
The whole trip was incredible, and it was a nice way to cap it off. After dinner, we returned to the Lima airport, and began the long trip home. But there is much more to write about Perú, so I’ll spare the details of the trip, and just promise another post in the near future about Urubamba, aka, the Sacred Valley.