baila under the moonlight

i wish i knew who sings this song. i really like it. oh, i found out, the internet knows all. zucchero, in case you were wondering.

soo... i cant remember what was the last info i posted. yesterday i tried to go shopping but i didnt make it past the combi stop, as i was doubled over in pain from a mysterious stomach ache. i inform you of this so you can appreciate the ridiculousness of what followed. as i hobbled back in the direction of my hostal, i came accross a store that had bins chock full of hollister shirts, the thin comfy kind (if you dont know hollister think urban outfitters) for 50 cents each. years of bargain shopping insticts overcame my pain and i dug in. i swear i spent forty five minutes there, and this is a physical shopping experience you have to elbow people aside and literally dig through giant piles of clothes. i left with a large bundle that i can not fit into my backpack.

because it felt like a waste to go back and lie down like i really wanted to, i continued my pathetic excursion and walked toward the water. (i was also sore from the horseback riding so i was actually limping. for those who like to laugh at me i want you to have the full image.) i came accross the parque de los amantes which has a giant sculpture of two people making out surrounded by quite a few real life couples making out. so heres what i want to know. do people go to this park specifically to make out? if so, why there? just because of the sculpture? or do they happen to come accross it and suddenly become overwhelmed by the need to feel each other up? i dont get it. not that i have any problem with it, it makes me happy that people are happy. i just ... well i dont understand the mechanics of the park.

i tried to go to the artisans market but after ten minutes i took a cab back to my bed.

im feeling better today. so im having yeterday, take two. went for a run, and for the first time i wasnt the only one. (oh when i say run i really mean accelerated walk, just in case anyone should think im ... i dunno, in shape.) in el carmen i went running and this guy almost fell off his bike doing a double take. i imagine it must have been a shock. hes looking around, normal morning, dusty sidewalk, vendor setting up shop and a donkey parked outside someones house, and a white girl passes through his line of vision running down the street for no apparent reason.

anyway, i went to this area where they sell lots of clothes and textiles and shoes at a discount. i think foreigners are generally advised against going there, but what the hell. i got some shoes and im glad i went because i saw more of lima. i dont get why people dont like lima, they say its just another city but every city is different and chicago certainly doesnt have any place like the mercado gamorra.

home in two days. back to work in six. ewwww. last chance for requests, kids.