Whether or not yesterday's situation could have been avoided, one thing is clear: I feel old habits creeping up on me. Or, more precisely, I'm losing touch with the self I became while living abroad and traveling around in South America. Which is why I'm taking this opportunity to remind myself of the great joy I experienced there and to imagine how I might continue to live a happy, fulfilling life based on friendship and openness.
What better way to bring this experience back to the fore than to present scenes from a bar in Lima? The night was May 11, and I joined Jorge, Tammy, Emily, Angela, and others on a wild bar-hopping trip around Barranco. Most of these photos were taken at Mochileros, a trendy bar housed in a quaint colonial-type building just off the main square. Jorge and Tammy knew the owner of Mochileros, which meant that we got a free drink or three thrown into the mix. All photos are courtesy of Emily Jump and her awesome travel blog survey of the universe.
Things got started at Juanito's, where Barranco's most recognizable roaming guitarist serenaded Angela with a little ditty. I forget the specific lyrics of his riff on a famous love song, but I do remember Jorge's chorus: "Por atras."
Jorge: writer, philosopher, drunk.
Don't worry, folks: Angela and Emily are only playing innocent.
Longtime compañeros: Jorge and Tammy doin' the dance once more.
I may have wished for another bottle of Cristal.
Jorge to himself: "Emily's got issues."
Sandra thinking, What have I done to deserve this?
An unforgettable tableau: Kinohi singing, Emily growling, and Jorge wondering, Who the fuck are these people?
Not a camera effect: by the end of the night, we were all seeing blurry. Only the next shot of pisco showed up clearly.
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