too many goodbyes!

I am sitting in Lima airport lounge weighed down by bags of heavy Peruvian goodies and also by a heavy heart. I have had a day of goodbyes proceeded by an unforgettable goodbye party. Gian Carlos Vladimir and Rodolfo have just left me to fend for myself in the airport after being my Peruvian guides for two months I am sure they will be glad of a rest from my insistant chatter. I am so sad to be leaving making a final trip to the beach today where I sat sadly with Wily Robert Manuel and Doc and watched as the waves pounded the shore the sun beating down surrounded by friends I had to really remember why I was going home. I have made many promises of returning soon but dont know how realistic these are as I am to begin studying in September. I hope very much to return especially to Lima where I really feel settled and could indulge in a few months more of being "dancing and surfing queen" as I was so hailed last night.

Well let me do a little round up of the latest happenings since my return from Pisco. Well I quickly settled back in to Lima life of seeing friends, surfing and visiting the sights of the city. Vladi and I took a nice trip to see the huge dusty and sandy desert site of Patuchamac just outside Lima. Two explorers we climbed to pyramids giving us a great view across the lima valley and to the sea. Vladi has also been a guide taking me to the Inka markets and bargening on all the brilliant and colourful things I have bought without his help I think I would have been severely Gringoed!

Apart from the above I have been idle enjoying just sitting and chatting with friends meeting people on the beach such as Ross and his Peruvian dancer friend with whom I indulged in mid afternoon pisco sours and cocktails before having to visit the super market feeling rather tight as your grandmother might say and cooking up a meal for the Peruvian guys to say thanks for all they have done for me. Nazzer and I making up the British contingent of our group of friends decided upon a simple and fool proof meal of bangers and mash to give the guys a taste of our home. I needed the help and guidance of Deliha as my yorkshire pudding was less than successful but they were not to know!

And now here I am hardly able to believe that I am soon to be at home drinking tea with fresh milk again and able to understand what is going on around me without having to strain to hear the few words of Spanish I know.

Well I think I must go now as soon I will be in the air far above the country which I have grown to love.