When traveling in airports and on flights, be prepared:
- to only be able to notice morbidly obese people and wonder why they wear such tight clothing.
- to wonder if morbidly obese people wear tight clothing because all clothing is tight on them, even large sizes?
- to wonder why so many people chew with open mouths. Did no one teach their kids manners?
- to love American Eagle's in-flight snacks. Tasty.
- to spent close to $50 on a mediocre lunch at an airport.
- to be so happy that you and your husband are sitting next to each other in the aisle/window combo seats.
- to lose a rummy card game.
When visiting Peru in general, be prepared:
- be amazed at the scarcity of toilet paper and other paper goods are in Peru. This didn't seem to be a problem in Lima, but go anywhere else, and you better be prepared to have some TP wherever you go.
- have your heart pound anytime you need to move from Point A to Point B via a car or van.
- be welcomed in the most sincere manner. Those people are nice.
- to have access to some crazy unregulated meds. Whoooo for decongestants! and for not really understanding the Spanish speaking pharmacy lady when she tries telling you the dosage.
- to be knocked out when you apparently take too much of aforementioned medication.
- to learn about new cleaning devices. A broom + towel with hotel cut in it=mop! Brilliant.
- to think about your experiences in Facebook update status. Several times a day Keith would turn to me and say, "my status update would be...". Some of his updates would be:
- Keith feels like a giant in Peru.
- Keith just got owned in a Sambal game.
- Keith is overcome with altitude sickness.
- to chuckle when your husband says to "you're not very helpful when you're like this" when you refuse to give him your last bit of TP so he can blow his nose. Find your own TP, dammit, I've been carrying this roll with me for days!
- to barter when buying goods.
When hiking the Inca Trail, be prepared:
- to squat and do your business in a hole in the ground in an outhouse of sorts.
- for everyone else to do their business around said hole in the ground.
- to be mildly disturbed when you're told on night 2 of camping that the porters have to secure the food in a special way to keep the Pumas away at night.
- to feel holy terror later that same night when the guy in the next tent starts softly snoring and become convinced its a puma.
- to meet people from around the world and marvel at how cool they all are. Or seems.
- to wish, when you meet those people, that you had traveled more before you got a real adult job.
- to remember that you took a wee bit longer to graduate because you did live in Boston and Colorado during college. Still not the same as traveling the world for 6 months with just a backpack of belongings.
- to question your desire to hike the 20 minutes back to the Machu Picchu ruins for that typical tourist photo.
- to be glad that you did.
So, there you have it. A great trip, and we got exactly what we wanted: an experience somewhere that was completely different from life in the US. And while we've only been back a few weeks, I am starting to feel the urge to travel again. Next trip for us is a road-trip, with babies, up the East Coast.
*Unless of course, I'm doing it on an internet blog site and other people can read it, I mean that makes it very different. Ha.
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