We packed a lot in to our last day in Barranca. We planned to wake up early and get to the beach, but we didn't get to breakfast till about 10:30 (had some fresh piña juice) and then headed down to the beach. The sun was much stronger, so we only lasted about an hour and a half before we were too hot to lie there anymore. We went to a restaurant called La Sombrilla, literally across the street from the ocean, and had awesome lenguado ceviche (flounder) and tacu-tacu (kind of looks like a giant hot pocket) stuffed with rice, beans, and mixed seafood. Extremely tasty. We caught a taxi back to our hotel, showered, and packed up. We waited along the road to catch taxi to take us south -- one guy was on his way to Huacho, about 30 minutes south, so four of us hopped into the back seat of his little car (a tight fit). We were dropped off at the bus station and caught a bus to Lima, and had some beautiful views of the coast on the way back. I got home at about 7:15 and headed straight to Buen Pastor for the universitarios group, and after the lesson (and after waiting a really long time for someone's sister to pick her up) we piled in two taxis to Miraflores to go to a Cuban salsa club on Pizza Street. It was kind of as a celebration of my birthday and Josue's birthday, which was Friday. The picture is of the live band who were on the second floor overlooking the dance floor. There were 9 of us there -- 3 girls, 6 boys, so in the three hours we were there, I ended up dancing with 5 of the guys. My favorite part was that on the stage all night with the band was this little abuelita who was all dressed up in white and looked about 85. She just bopped along to the music (not necessarily very salsa-like). I didn't look like a total idiot at least -- I'd kind of learned to dance when I was in Chile during high school. Some of the guys in our group were really good, but there were people at the club that were amaaaazing... they could seriously be on "So You Think You Can Dance." We were there till about 2 a.m., and as I was walking into my apartment, I discovered the source behind horrible screeching that we hear every night on the roof of our building. There was a theory of bats, but I discovered that it's actually barn owls. Two of them were staring at me from a bar sticking out of the building -- they're very creepy with that screeching noise and those giant eyes.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Day 44
We packed a lot in to our last day in Barranca. We planned to wake up early and get to the beach, but we didn't get to breakfast till about 10:30 (had some fresh piña juice) and then headed down to the beach. The sun was much stronger, so we only lasted about an hour and a half before we were too hot to lie there anymore. We went to a restaurant called La Sombrilla, literally across the street from the ocean, and had awesome lenguado ceviche (flounder) and tacu-tacu (kind of looks like a giant hot pocket) stuffed with rice, beans, and mixed seafood. Extremely tasty. We caught a taxi back to our hotel, showered, and packed up. We waited along the road to catch taxi to take us south -- one guy was on his way to Huacho, about 30 minutes south, so four of us hopped into the back seat of his little car (a tight fit). We were dropped off at the bus station and caught a bus to Lima, and had some beautiful views of the coast on the way back. I got home at about 7:15 and headed straight to Buen Pastor for the universitarios group, and after the lesson (and after waiting a really long time for someone's sister to pick her up) we piled in two taxis to Miraflores to go to a Cuban salsa club on Pizza Street. It was kind of as a celebration of my birthday and Josue's birthday, which was Friday. The picture is of the live band who were on the second floor overlooking the dance floor. There were 9 of us there -- 3 girls, 6 boys, so in the three hours we were there, I ended up dancing with 5 of the guys. My favorite part was that on the stage all night with the band was this little abuelita who was all dressed up in white and looked about 85. She just bopped along to the music (not necessarily very salsa-like). I didn't look like a total idiot at least -- I'd kind of learned to dance when I was in Chile during high school. Some of the guys in our group were really good, but there were people at the club that were amaaaazing... they could seriously be on "So You Think You Can Dance." We were there till about 2 a.m., and as I was walking into my apartment, I discovered the source behind horrible screeching that we hear every night on the roof of our building. There was a theory of bats, but I discovered that it's actually barn owls. Two of them were staring at me from a bar sticking out of the building -- they're very creepy with that screeching noise and those giant eyes.
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