Notice of short sabbatical...

Off to Peru


Tis the moment before the adventure begins, somewhat like poised on the starting blocks trying to guess the precise second the starting gun goes off. Ahead is the process of the journey, the perceived end results, and then return and reflection all in the near future without one iota of actual outcome as we lurk in the surreal of the moment. With that all aside, we are off to Peru for 10 days (two on the plane) for our next adventure. The last trip of such wonder was Beijing. If this jaunt is even close to that experience, a hoot of enormous proportions is in store for us.

We have 30,000 year old ruins to frolic about, a rafting trip through a sacred valley, a visit to Lake Slick Titty Boom or Titicaca (I get the two confused), long white beaches in Lima, cocoa leaves between the cheek and gum to alleviate the effects of 15,000 foot oxygen molecules, and a belly full of corn beer.

Things I’m not allowed to do according to George’s list of appropriate mannerisms for Rich:

No desecration of repressive Spanish conquistador/catholic symbols including churches, statues, and priests in 58 Chevy’s.

No attempting to speak Spanish with a Russian accent.

No participating in total nude beach behavior with respect to middle age white man syndrome.

No eliciting political debate in any form from anyone.

And definitely, no fondling of small Incan women.

I still should be able to have a great time regardless.

Yak at you all in 10 days…

Tootles.