Riley’s first Peruvian outing has come and gone. Early Monday morning, Kirsten and I began packing an obscene number of bags for an overnight trip to a beach some 100 miles south of our fair city.
We braved Liman traffic, road-side beach-towel salesmen, and baffling police checkpoints (doubly nerve-wracking, as I don’t know how useful a Texas driver’s license would be).
In the end, though, we arrived at a cute little bungalow on a cute little beach. We shared the whole affair with the Munros and the Jon Schatzky. This is our story