I am a born-and-raised-in-Peru Peruvian American. I live in Columbus, GA and I have family in Peru. My aunt Ana lives in the next building over, actually. I have a passion for traveling and meeting different cultures and practice new languages. My dream is to work for the foreign service.... Anywhere!
I am truly blessed with this beautiful apartment, and I happy to share it with you all. I am from Callao, which is very close to San Miguel (next district over). It is a sensational place to rest, and a privileged one too! Lima can be engulfing, but having this oasis where to rest, and treat guests and just be "away" from it all, is a priceless luxury. Oh! Not to mention I get to see the sun descending into the ocean, coloring the sky and the clouds, bidding farewell to the day and setting the most excellent introduction to the night, rather often
I have traveled rather extensively, South America, Central america, North America, Europe and the Middle East. Of all these places, in America I must remark: La Antigua Guatemala (gorgeous place with its volcano and so lush); Valparaiso (where I am returning shortly), the hill and the colorful houses facing the Pacific, mixes with the most handsome people ever, a true jewel. Rio de Janeiro; even before landing you know you're down for something spectacular. The geography of the city is unique, the ever presence of the Corcovado Christ so high up in the mountain (yeah that high), and the resemblance to Lima (safe people are much more expressive and voloptuous -if that's even possible), make this a fascinating place to be; the sexiest people, ever. New York, well it is the indisputable captial of the World and there are countless reasons to it.
Lima is of course my favorite city, but I am biased, naturally. I like the food, the ocean, I like the fact that it is a big city and I can find almost anything I want. But what I like the most about Lima is metaphysic. It is more noticeable when I am alone, walking in the drizzle or looking out the window; it is the feeling of being home, where I belong. It manifest itself when talking to a stranger: the lady who tends a store in a random corner; the cool taxi driver relating his flirtations and conquests with women; or the old lady selling religious stuff outside church. For the untrained eye, Lima can be an unattractive, even ugly place. To me Lima just fits.