panting

so... mami and dad, i´m alive. the flights were good. from miami to lima i think i may have drooled on the peruvian abuelita next to me because she was very friendly when we were taking off and when we landed at five thirty am she was looking at me warily. i did read some of the guidebook on the plane, enough to feel like lima was going to be a pain in the ass, and i was stressing about it until i was on my way out the airport door and i heard them say on the annoucement - vuelo 234 a cusco, departing at 8am and i thought fuck it, nobodys making me go to lima so i bought a ticket to cusco and here i am. i can barely breathe, and i´m dizzy, and i already made a peruvian guide friend and an australian roommate. my hostal is up a hill with a gorgeous view of the city and plenty of warm blankets under which i´m about to crawl. tomorrow i´m going on a horseback tour of local ruins. there are some underground amazing things to see, and i´m going to challenge my claustrophobic brain to deal with it.