Hola todos! I´m going to apologize in advance for any blog I post from South America. The keyboards here are screwy and spellcheck doesn´t work. So forgive.
This beffuddled entry was written at a hostel in Cuzco. I came here unprepared, so there will be updates soon. I´ve been in Peru for 3 days now, but I realize there is more to my trip across America that I need to write about, so here goes.
It was sad to leave my Rita, but we had some good times, of course. Rita took me to see her old hometown of Taos (only one letter away from TACOS), which is a beautiful, quiet mountain town. Pics will be coming. It was only the beginning of the massive amounts of massive mountains that I have encountered.
I took the train from Albuquerque to Los Angeles. It was a 16 hour trip, and out of all of the treks I have made by train I have to say it was the worst. The people on the train weren´t very friendly (probably because most of them lived in either Albuquerque or Los Angeles. I wouldn´t be happy either). I slept for most of it, but the desert of Arizona and the mountains of New Mexico that I did see was magical.
I was surprised to find that Union Station in LA was the most beautiful out of all of the many train stations I visited on my trip. It had incredibly high ceilings, and winding courtyards throughout. But maybe I´m being biased because when I arrived it was already 75 degrees and it was only 8:15am.
Brandi Baho was my knight in a white rental car. He picked me up so early in the morning and drove me around LA with some techno music bumping and the windows down. A pic is coming of him too.
Brandon and I rested a bit, cooked a very manly carb-loaded breakfast, and then took a tender hike up the hill behind the complex (property of Emerson College, kind of) where he lives. Last year a fire raged across that hill and almost consumed Emerson, and it was neat to see all of the burned trees and bushes as we climbed. When we got to the top you could see all of LA, and it was un poquito disgusting. The smog was visible from up there, even though it was winter. But nonetheless the view was enjoyable, as was conversation and beers with Brandon.
Brandon also took my to a very strange store that I wish I had taken pictures of to buy a sketchy new ¨ipod¨ for 25 bucks. It´s a piece of crap, and probably wasn´t worth the money, but at least it plays music. It came in handy in the Lima Airport, which I will explain later. PS Check out my entry on the homeless in Chicago for an update on my old ipod.
Eventually I met up with my true love Krystyna, who whisked me away to her Paris Hilton Is My New BFF-esque mansion. We had a simple, lovely night of partying with her roommates and friends, and it actually turned out to be one of the wilder parties of my life. If you want details, you´ll have to find a way to talk to me about it directly. Or call Krystyna.
I woke up slightly dazed on an air mattress in Krystyna´s hallway. It wasn´t long before we got up, went to a delicious and expensive (LA) breakfast place just down the street from her, and then quickly made our way to DISNEYLAND. I kid you not. I actually went to one of the centers of American Capitalism on the day before the night I flew to South America.
Krystyna plays Sleeping Beauty used to work for a disney affiliate, so she had a silver pass that allows her to enter the parks with up to three friends. Score. What followed was a bizarre day of animatronics, homosexual safari boat drivers who looked like an ugly version of Matt Starring, and the biggest moment of all, Turkey Legs. Pictures below.
And there you have it. After Disney we blasted home through a moving parking lot of traffic, regrouped for a moment, and then I packed my things and Krystyna took me to the airport.
Overall, I don´t think I´ll ever be living in LA. I like the weather and the people there, but that´s about it. Upcoming posts tomorrow or the day after on my flights and arrival in Cuzco! Hasta luego!