In Santorini. Oh what a wonderful place

We arrived in Santorini (Thira) Greece after an exhausting evening at the London Gatwick airport. Touching down we came to the conclusion that Greece is as spectacular as all the photos make it out to be. We found the Greeks to be very direct, slightly rude, and very helpful all at the same time. We took a taxi and a bus to Oia (pronounced eeh-uh) and then made our way through the white washed walls to our hostel (oia youth hostel). We found the place to be quite a steal for 15 Euros a night in one of the most expensive places in the world. The owner, was again, very direct and very helpful. We wondered around town for a little while, snapping photos of the vivid blue and white cathedrals and buildings. Lured in by an amazing roof top terrace overlooking the Aegean Sea, Beth and I decide to splurge and have dinner and a place that had probably the best sunset view over the amazing archipelago thats is Santorini. Beth and I enjoyed some local wine, pasta, a large greek salad, and copias amounts of olive oil.

The following day beth and I felt like learning how Santorini and the rest of the Cyclades were formed. We book an excursion that visited, Nea Kameni, the nearby volcano that formed Santorini and its little brother Therasia after hundreds of years of eruptions. We hiked to the top and saw the crater that produced all the activity. Strong smells of sulfur, combined with very hot surface rocks, made this experiece a little more "real." Afterwards we took a swim in the hot springs, warmed by Nea Kameni. The water was not that hot. Slightly disappointing.

The last couple days here have involved frequent beach visits, and strolling through Thira, Santorini's main city. Many guide books have led us to believe that this city is one worth skipping over or passing through. Beth and I have discovered the opposite. Thira has great food, excellent trasportation options for beaches, excellent sunset views, and much cheaper prices. We stayed at Dino's Place, a small hostel/hotel, situated right in the middle of town, with a private room for around 50 bucks a night; not bad for Santorini. After 5 days here we are ready to push forward. We are now heading to Naxos, another island in the cyclades known for is lush landscapes, excellent produce, and minimal tourism.

A night shot of one of the 4 blue top Cathedrals in Oia.

One of several hundred photos I took during the sunsets over Oia. For some reason this annoyed Beth.

The pristine waters of the Aegean

Beth and I at the top of Therasia. Our tour guide kept pushing us to eat at a place on the water that was overpriced and very touristy. Our hostel advised us to make the 30 minute hike to the top for real greek food and excellent views. Good call.

Yep

Sunset in Thira

I have no idea how that fish snuck into this picture. I underestimated his sneakyness

Diving into the Aegean before heading to the "Hot" Springs

The start of our tour to the volcano

"Dancing" in Prague

We left Oktoberfest at the perfect time. I don't think any of us could consume any more beer from the crazy beer gardens that we had lived in for the past two days. Blane, Ben, Eric, and I hopped on our train to Prague and settled down into our cozy train car for the next 6 hours. We arrived into Prague around 11 pm and made our way to our hostel (Clown and Bard). We were cheerily greeted with more beer and a room for four (finally Ben's snoring won't be keeping the entire hostel up). After finding a nice pizza joint that is open 24 hours we headed to some crazy Czech club that we had been recommeneded to go to. It was one of the strangest clubs I have been to with all kinds of bohemian dreadlocked boys bouncing around and "dancing". We called it a night soon after that.

Eric enjoying his Landjager on the train to Prague

Cheers to the first beer with Benji in Prague

Me and Blane Bear on the Charles Bridge

Saturday we woke up and moved hostels to a really nice place called the CzechInn. From there we took a tram to the Charles bridge in Prague and the castle. From there we walked and walked and walked. Our estimate is prob around 6 miles. We explored the beatiful city of Prague and pretty much checked off all important things to see in the city. The amazing weather made the hike pretty enjoyable except for the fact that our feet were all throbbing by the time we made it back to shower and get ready for a night on the town.

Taking in the views from the tower in the square

A guy who works at our hostel recommended a restaurant that we of course couldn't find (not to mention that Czech people don't eat past 8pm and everything had stopped serving food right when we got there). We settled down into a pub that had red bull and vodka on special (about $5 a drink) which automatically made my night fantastic. This pub also made our food selection impossible because it not only served Czech food, but also every other type of cuisine you could think of. We hung out there for a good bit and then starting walking to a secret club that we had heard of. As we were walking we stumbled about a hidden gem called The Harley Bar. We wondered into the basement and found an amazing mix of 80s and 90s music and everyone bouncing around the bar (I think this is the Czech style of dancing).

After many rounds of Jack daniels we headed out to continue the search for the secret club. The directions we received were this: find the #37 on the street, walk under the arch, walk up two flights of stairs, ring the doorbell, and hope the owner buzzes you in. Some how in our Jack daniels haze this all made complete sense and we found ourselves being buZzed into a quaint night club with couches made of recycling bins and a small group of Czech people "dancing "around the dance floor. It was a really cool find and a great place to make Ben and Blane try absynthe. We arrived back at the hostel around 4 so Blane and Ben got in a good two hours of sleep before heading to the airport.

Sunday Eric and I walked some more and explored the Jewish Quarter and enjoyed our new favorite restaurant Bohemian Bagel. Sunday night we strolled around the square trying sips of different wines, bites of cheese, and taking pictures. Today, Monday, we are going to go check out the zoo and then head to the airport to fly to London and then to Greece Tuesday morning (sleeping at the London airport should be an adventure). Prague is amazing and beautiful but we are both ready to hit the beaches, munch on some feta, and enjoy the coast!

BACON FLAVORED CHIPS?! really?

Our photoshoot Sunday night

Oktoberfest!!

Despite having a monster 13.5 hour flight from BA to Paris, then another short flight into Munich, I was still in good shape. I arrived at the city center around 5pm and headed straight to the Hostel (A and O Hostel), checked in, and was on my way to Theresienwiese (Oktoberfest grounds). This place was like a state fair on steroids; games and rides as far as the eye can see, an abundance of sausage and wursts, and thousands of people dressed in lederhosens and drindls. Blended in to this mess of activity were several Beer tents, each representing the beer in which they serve. As a solo traveler, I decided to refrain from participation until the next day when Beth, and our friends, Blane and Ben, could join. I went back to the hostel to rest and gear up for a much anticipated day. Well, rest is exaclty what I did not get. Sound asleep around 11 pm, I awoke to 10 Aussie folks who: 1. were very intoxicated, 2. enjoyed babbling on and on about absolutely nothing, and 3. were extremely loud and had zero consideration for others. Well, these were my roommates, great. I guess 2 hours of sleep was gonna have to do.

The next day Beth arrived, finally. We got everybody checked in and made our way to the fairgrounds. After several attempts to find a place to sit in the overcrowded tents that were filled with jovial festival participants, we opted for a table outside. The time was 7pm, evidently much much too late for the beer gardens. We had a few steins and mingled with some locals and decided that our big day of singing and dancing in the beer halls would have to wait.

Beth and I sharing a delicious Bavarian treat

The following morning we had a plan. We decided to head to the BMW Museum till about 1pm, then make our make down to the festival by 2pm to ensure that we got seats at a table. The Museum was incredible and really made me ask myself how I could someday drive my very own BMW; the answer, don't start saving by taking trips around the world. We checked out all the hot new cars and motorcycles. I know that my good buddy Andy Millisor would be in heaven. I am sure that he likes his Bimmer more than he likes me. On to Oktoberfest! We arrived and started scouting out places to sit. We saw many unoccupied tables which was sweet, then we found out that they were all reserved, not so sweet. Evidently, companies and families reserve certain tables on certain days up to a year in advance. After about twenty minutes or so of slight panic, we found the 1 table left that did not have a reserved tag on it. We all ordered giant steins of Palauner. After the first one we knew it was going to be a long day. Well we later came to find out that a lot of locals drink something called a Radler. This concoction is beer mixed with lemon flavored soda (similar to Sprite). AH HA! I knew these folks could not pound stein after stein of high octane beer all day and all night. I continued to drink Beer. We participated in all the Prosts and all the songs with our table mates into the early evening when the beer tents began to reach maximum capacity. All of the Germans were very friendly and enjoyed our company as much as we enjoyed theirs. This was probably because of our constant mispronunciation of the simplest German words and phrases. It was an incredible experience that I recommend to everyone. We were in bed by 9 pm.

Beth and I outside the BMW Museum

I want one

Inside the Palauner Tent, can you find Beth?

Beth and Blane drinking Radlers

The next morning we picked up our well rested bodies and set off for Dachau, the longest operating concentration camp during the Holocaust. Dachau held around a total of 200,000 prisoners from 1933 until liberation in 1945. I personally recommend this to anyone staying in, or passing through Munich. We all took a lot away from this important historical site.

Next stop, Prague.

Dachau Prisoner Camp

In side the Paulaner Tent

Goodbye BA

The last days of Buenos Aires were much better than the beginning. The climate was a warm 75 degress or so with very little cloudcover. I toured the different districts, viewed live tango shows, indulged in many parillas (inexpensive steakhouses with quality beef), and browsed the city markets. I met many travlers in the hostel that had covered much of south America. We all went out and shared war stories about the goods and the bads we had encountered in SA. Everyone that I spoke with echoed the same two things: they all got robbed (atleast once), and all thought Columbia was the best country in South America (La Paz, Bolivia is a close second). An unforgettable experience in Argentina, with and unforgettable cast. To Oktoberfest!

Not sure where to start with this one...

Despite having excellent weather, yesterday turned out pretty crappy, However the night was one of the best EVER. Three very unfortunate events happened to me during the day.

1. My point and shoot camera was broken and now will not power on at all. This may or may not have been related to the fall it experienced the night before.

2. While walking down the street in the crowded shopping area (Florida Street), I was hustled into ¨taking a peek¨ into a night club to check it out for later (not a good idea). As you can imagine, this turned out to be a gentlemens club. Well to make a long story short, I tried to leave and got forced (literally) to pay 60 Pesos (around 17 bucks) to leave. So, I gave the security guards around me 100 pesos expecting change. Well, there goes 30 bucks. Now they are all saying that I need to buy drinks before I can leave. This is not good. I thought about making a mad dash for the exit, but I decided that might not be such a good idea since the guys may be weilding some sort of weapon. So I did the only thing I knew would get them away, yelled ¨policia!¨ Within seconds they backed off and I was out the door. I was mad at this point but havent lost it yet.

3. I head to San Telmo to see the old coble stone streets and live tango shows. While sitting on the curd and snapping photos I decide to sit in a huge pile of crap (animal unidentified). Now I am fuming

I am lost for words and do the only thing I can think of that will cheer me up. Stuff myslef with a giant rare Tbone for 8 bucks...Tastes so much better when it costs lest than a meal at Chick Fil A.

So this is when the night gets really good...

I get to the hostel, decompress, and google ¨where to watch college football in Buenos Aires.¨ Just about every hit was a place called the El Alamo (what a perfect name. I suspect and expat from Texas owns it). Now I am out on foot looking for this oasis in a giant city. 30 minutes later I find myself lost in a sea of Americans, all of which are sporting there colors and tags, from the teams that they support. This is good, I immediately fit right in. I have the Texas game on to my left, Georgia game on to my right, and behind me the Auburn game (figured I would root in your absence, Beth). I had the most amazing time watching my two favorite teams win while I was in Buenos Aires. The best part was the fact that Texas fans and Georgia fans out numbered everyone. Yep, a Texas expat owned the place.

Next I on my way back to the hostel for a party they are hosting. Somehow the hostel transformed into a night club while I was gone. The crazy part is that the party didnt officially start until well after 2 am. They really do party all night down here in BA.

All and all, it was a pretty balanced day.

A long 48 hours in transit

Well, getting out of Lima was a piece of cake at 5 am. I left the Hostel (you must stay at Pay Purix Hostel if passing through Lima) around 3:30 am and started my journey to Buenos Aires. This involved an 11 hour lay over in Bogota, Columbia. I arrived around 8:30 am and started to scout out my plan for the day. I started by heading to La Candelaria which is the old historic distic. While in route, the taxi took me through the sketchier parts of town to show me the contrast, Holy Prostitution!! Once I arrived, I found the city to be fairly clean, very friendly, and full of local eateries serving up fried goodies (empanadas and other treats). After sightseeing on foot, I decided to check out the monserrate by cable car. Many people recommend this because of the fantastic views of the city. I really had no idea how to get there, but I could see the cable cars ascending the mountain in the distance; I went that way. After an hour or so of walking and snapping photos of the pastel colored buildings, I found the launch point for the cable cars. 7 bucks got me a round-trip ticket. The view from the top was gorgeous. The huge city at the base of these beautiful foothills reminded me of my days spent in Boulder, Colorado. The next task was to start making my way back to the airport with a short stop at the US embassy to get Pages added to my passport (I am running very low). I thought I was sooooo clever by taking out a certain amount of bills from my stash and desperatly asking a taxi if they would take me to the embassy for 13,000 pesos ( only a few dollars). Well the taxi thought about it for a sec and then agreed. Ha, I win, a cheap ride for about a half an hour worth of driving; Not so fast Eric. I knew was getting close to the embassy when I spotted the American Flag waving in the distnance. Excited with the fact that I knew I was on home turf, I paid the driver and told him he could leave. Within 30 seconds of arriving, I found out the embassy was closed, CRAP! Now I don´t have the new pages I had hoped for, and I don´t have a ride to the airport, which is about 5 minutes away. So I flag another taxi. This guy had a meter running and he spoke some hybrid form of Spanish and Louisiana Bayou English. I get to the airport and this guy said I owed him around 30 US dollars, What!!!? So after I almost lost it with this guy, he dropped it to around 16 dollars. Damnit. I lose. Since I didnt get anything accomplished at the embassy, I arrived at the airport way too early. It was 4:00 pm and my flight was at 10:00 pm. Sweet, the airport has free wifi. Not so sweet, my iPhone was stolen in Lima.

I arrived in Buenos Aires in the morning around 5 30 am. I expected palm trees and a nice 70 degree welcome. What I got was a frigid 45 degree punch in the face. Cold and wet, I made my way to the busstop. I picked up the public bus to the city and it only cost about 50 cents US. Well, what I dint not realize was that it was going to stop every 30 seconds and that EVERYONE in Buenos Aires rode it. It took me 2 hours and 15 mintues to finally reach the city center. I checked in to my Hostel (Sabatico, very cool) and immediatly went to sleep. Once I woke up I plotted my route for finding copias amounts of steak. Well, What I found was a 70 year old joint named Pippos. I order a large 14 0z filet, about 2 lbs of papas fritas, a small piece of butter (yes they charged me for this) and a bottle of water. All of this was around 13 bucks US, Score! After stuffing myself silly, I walked the 30 minutes in the rain back to my hostel, and packed it in for the night. Finally some quiet rest.

Now I am off to explore the city. More rain, Great!

At the top of the Monserrate in Bogota

A picture of the base of the foot hills in Bogota

Insanely cheap steak dinner in BA

Our itinerary

I have had multiple people ask me to post our itinerary so here it is...

Sept. 23–25 Germany (Munich)
Sept. 25–28 Prague
Sept. 29–Oct. 7 Greece (Santorini, Mykonos, Athens)
Oct. 8–11 Dubai
Oct. 12–19 India (Mumbai, Delhi)
Oct. 21–Nov. 25 Thailand, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia
Nov. 26–Nov. 30 China (Beijing)
Dec. 1–Dec. 10 Japan
Dec. 10–Feb. 10 Philippines, Australia, New Zealand (still working on the last few months)

We would love to have visitors so let us know if anyone will be abroad over the next 5 months.

The South Coast... the final stops

My long journey throughout Peru has finally come to an end. We wrapped the whole thing up with an unforgettable trip to the south coast. Arriving in Lima from Cusco, we rented a car (not recommended by anyone in Peru) and headed south. I manned up and took the driver´s seat first, which instantly reminded me of my first Peruvian traffic experience in the Combi. After battling about an hour with the most insane driving I have EVER seen, we finally jumped on the Pan American Highway and headed down the coast. After two hours or so we reached the town Pisco, a major port city with a significant amount of history. Two years ago an earthquake with a 7.5 rating on the richter scale destroyed this place leaving the town in shambles and people with literally nothing. Well, we decide to ¨stop by¨and check it out. After an hour of battling motorbikes for the ¨right of way¨and turing down dirt alleyways with crumpled buildings covering half the road, we barely made it out unscathed. The day was long, we were tired, and desperately needed a place to crash. We drove into a town called Paracas, famous for its tours to nearby inlands that are home to hundreds of thousands of birds and many sea lions. After almost completely striking out for sleeping accomidations, we discovered a hidden gem right on the beach (name and location undisclosed). This place was almost too good to be true. The only amenity that this fine establishment could not priovide on this momentus Saturday, was an ESPN ticker of College Football scores. However, I was still able to root the Dawgs to victory from my dad´s iphone (updates every 30 seconds.. not cool).

The next day included visits to the towns of Ica and Huacachina, known for two things; wineries and sand boaring, we did both. Finally, we ended our tour de Peru with a stop in Nazca, famous for its crazy glyphs of animals and strange figures on a large desert plateau. We stayed in a place that I will never in my life forget, Hotel Contayo. The ¨resort¨was located in the middle of nowhere behind the project housing in Nazca. This place was a giant compound with tight security and a gorgeous interior. It was strage to suddenly find out the we were pretty much the only occupants of the entire hotel, other than the live in staff. We were the only ones drinking at the bar, and certainly the only ones Eating dinner. This place was a complete ghostown. To make things even more interesting, Contayo was a ranch with tons of livestock. The peacocks howling in the night sounded like children yelling ¨hellllllllp!¨ Our experience was a cross between the The Shining and the Island of Dr. Monroe. Leaving Contayo far behind, we headed to town for an airplane tour of the Nazca Lines and then made the long drive back to Lima. Goodbye Peru, you are a truly beautiful place with amazing people (except for the one that stole my iPhone). Tomorrow I head to Bogota, Columbia for a day, then on to Buenos Aires, Argentina!!!

Unnamed hotel in Paracas. A great ending to a very, very long day.

A male Sealion standing tall at the Islas de Ballestas.

Sand Buggying and Boarding at Huacachina. Huge Sandy Dunes 3 hours south of Lima.

Dad and Ryan getting ready for the Pisco tasting at El Catador in Ica.

The Spaceman figure at the Nazca Lines, just plain weird.

More at Nazca. The Pilot and my dad barely fit shoulder to shoulder in the front.

Sandboarding on the dunes. Ryan eats it to start. Ha. This is not as easy as you think.

Sacred Valley. This place is awesome

Today we started with a nice Peruvian breakfast at our hotel. We took it easy getting up (it was the 1st time we slept passed 530 in the last few days) and started around 10. Our driver, a tourism major from a Cuzco university, took us through several towns in the Sacred Valley before entering Pisac, a very important city of the Incas. Pisac is known for it´s famous markets and Inca ruins in the hills. We tour the ruins first, which were at a very comfortable 12, 500 feet. This historical site has a strong military importance, located on the edge of the Sacred Valley. The hillside is lined with look out towers and agricultural terraces. After discovering that our legs and lungs were still quite beat up from Machu Picchu, we headed down to the markets for some lunch and a little haggling, my personal favorite.

A shot from last night. How many times do you see me.

Ryan on the trail at Pisac´s ruins

The markets in Pisac or known to have the best/cheapest peruvian products and corn on the cob. We spent a couple hours haggling for gifts that probably cost 1/8th of what we paid. I taught Ryan a valuable lesson about the art of negotiation, ahem, dont settle for the first or second offer.

Ryan likes Peruvian Maiz, huge kernels

After Pisac, we explored another Inca site called Moray. Here there are gigantic circular depressions in the ground that are around 30 meters deep. The reasons for these circles are still unknown, although many believe that it had something to do with studying different climate effects on agriculture.

Leaving Moray. One of many typical scenes in the Sacred Valley

Photo of the sunset just before this post. Sonesta Posadas Del Inca Hotel.

Tomorrow, we leave the Sacred Valley early in the morning and head to Cuzco, where we catch the 8am flight back to Lima. We are then renting a car and heading south for a few days. We are looking forward to enjoying the coast and exploring the sand dunes.

Cuzco and beyond...

We arrived in Cuzco On Monday morning. Surprisingly, the 11,000 ft altitude did not hit as hard as we thought. Then again, mate de coca is extremely important. My friends family recomended this recipe for coping with the altitude in Cuszo: 1 cup of mate de coca tea, 1 hour of rest, a light meal, then to¨Take it easy¨ for the rest of the first day. Believe it or not, this worked well! After a little rest we went on a tour of Cuzco. We saw several important Inca sites and began to really understand the signifacnce of each location. My dad, brother, and I really began to understand the Spanish influence on the Inca culture (mostly bad).

Brother, Dad and I at Sacsayhuaman (sexy woman)

Just outside of Cusco a woman weaves the wool of a baby Alpaca.

We caught the first morning train from Cuzco to Aguas Calientes (the base town of Machu Picchu). Once we arrived we made a bee line to the park. We explored the ancient city for a few hours and then decided to hot tub it and call it an afternoon.

Ryan in one of the famous windows at Machu Picchu.

I may or may not have chased this llama for 20 minutes.

The next morning, I got in line at 5:30 am to climb Huayana Picchu, the mountain in the back-drop of the city at Machu Picchu. Only 400 people are aloud to climb Huayana Picchu every day and I was planning on being one of the first. The ticketing started at 6 a.m. and the gates opened at 7. I was the 10th person through the gates and the barely the 3rd to summit. This took just under and hour. Don´t go thinking that this was an easy hike. This was around 40 switchback stair cases that were straight up. The altitude at the base was arount 8000 ft and at the top, close to 9000. I was sucking wind so hard by my 20th step, but got into the crove after 15 mintues or so. This was my favorite part of my experience at Machu Picchu.


The summit of Huayana Picchu. One of the hardest, yet most rewarding hikes I have taken.

After Leaving Machu Picchu, we took a train to the sacred valley. Curently, I am staying in the Sonesta Hotel in Yucay, which is pretty much in the middle of nowhere (I love it). More updates coming soon.

Lima 1, Eric 0

Ok, So I realize that I have been MIA for a week. Well, a lot happenedlast week. On Sunday afternoon I attended one of the biggest parades of the year in downtown Miraflores, a district of Lima. In the midst of taking pictures and drinking Pisco Sours, my iPhone was stolen, not cool. To make a long story short, some chick stole my phone and thought it was really funny to mess with me and hold my precious Ipod/VOIP companion for ransom ( $150). I tried to meet up up with her, but she never showed. Sweet.

Parque de Agua in El Centro of Lima

Late that night my brother and father arrived. It was hard to get in touch with them with out my iPhone. Side note: the iphone is the greatest device for traveling because of the skype application. You can call anyone, any where for less than 3 cents a minute. All you need is a Wfif connection. Too bad someone stole mine. Sneaky sneaky. Moving right along. The next day we all decided to go paragliding on the coast which was about a 10 minute walk from our hotel. This was super sweet because we didnt have to fill out paper work or do any training. It was literally, pay cash and fly. We saw some more things Lima, but became very ansty by the end of the day. Cuzco in the morning!

Picture of Ryan getting ready to bite the dust. Notice he got the Kotex Glider.

Foosball, No Mas.

So I have been here for about two days now and seen more than I had planned. I arrived late on Tuesday night and had Denis (Hostal Owner) pick me up and take me to the hostel, located about 2 miles from the airport, which was not exactly a safe part of town. After losing to Denis in a game of Peruvian Foosball, I had to take a small shot of Pisco that had Pinguitas de Mono Chilis soaking in it (I will leave the translating up to you). This was the single hottest thing I had ever experienced. Within seconds of ingesting this firey cocktail I began to hick-up uncontrollably for at least 30 minutes. It was so bad I could taste it when I woke up in the morning. Sadly, I probaly only consumed 1/8th of an ounce.

Foosball table in Purix Hostel

The next morning I took a COMBI (small bus know fort its dagerous driving and people) From the airport area to Miraflores, the nicest part of town in Lima. When I told Denis that I was taking the COMBI, He looked at me like I was crazy, but I figured if it really dangerous he would have recommendation alternative transportation. Well, within 10 minutes on this ¨bus¨ we got into an accident. The collision was nothing major, but the amount of pontential for a full on total, was extremely high.

That night I met up with the Rickards family who has a daughter that I am friends with in Atlanta. They took me out and showed me everything about Lima. The most interesting part of the evening was learning that Peruvians claim to fame in the food space is ¨CHIFA,¨a Peruvian-Chinese Fusion. So, my first real meal in Peru was Chinese.... yeah I know, right? The whole family thought I was absolutely crazy for taking a Combi earlier in the day.

Dinner at Choy Tak Chifa in Lima

I just googled Combi and this is what I got: http://americaninlima.com/2008/04/29/crazy-combi-collides-with-car-in-san-antonio-miraflores-–-victims-strewn-on-sidewalk/

....amazing what 90 centes will get you in Peru.

Au revoir

It's probably more appropriate to say "Adios" since I am heading to South America, but I just want to say goodbye and let everyone know that I am leaving this morning and will be spending the next two weeks in Peru. My Brother and Father are flying in to Lima on Sunday to meet up before we head to the Inca Capital of Cuzco. Now, I am off to Chick-Fil-A for my last American meal before heading to the airport. Stay Tuned..