Destination: ____________?
 Cuzco: No preocupe. Ninguna adios. Solamente: Hasta luegos!! This morning, Denise knocked on my door to say good-bye. Her and Johannes were headed to Ayachuco. I grabbed her hot water bottle to return it “Thanks for keeping me warm!” She gave me a hug good-bye. I said, “See ya later.” I closed the door and collapsed back into bed for more sleep. By 9:30, I was ready to get up and grab my free bread and coffee. Someone had told me that alternating between high and low altitudes caused a greater risk for pneumonia. Hmmm, I would have to research that matter.. Not in the mood to sit around, I felt a little walking would help to circulate my lymphatic system. I had to get a bus ticket back to Arequipa. I decided to walk to the bus station. While the walking probably had positive benefits, the narrow roads with car exhaust and smog in general was not. Stubborn as always, I persisted without flagging down a taxi. Flagging down a random taxi also posed risks of getting taken to an alternate destination and relieved of mucho dinero from your bank account. At the bus station as I was shopping for the best bus for my buck, I was greeted by a friendly face: Johannes. Him and Denise were still hanging around the bus station. They had changed their minds in regard to Ayacucho and were now headed to Huacacina. I went over to say hey to Denise. See? I told you I would see-ya later! I informed them of my gameplan: Arequipa > Paracas > Huacacina > Lima. After I decided on the bus ticket, I told them I would see them in Paracas. On the way back, I used my random zig-zag method to return back to the hotel. This approach helps me to stumble on things I would not otherwise on the main streets. Since Cusco (Cuzco/Qosco) is like a little bowl, I could not get lost. I was happy to stumble on a cheap lunch spot. For S.4 I got a vegetarian meal fit for a queen: sopa de quinoa y zapillo, tallarines verde (pesto) y jugo de manzana. Delicioso. Upon leaving, I had to ask the woman what type of apples. When I had my Colombia-Ecuador-Peru party on my brief visit home, I had attempted to make jugo de manzana without success. Even my friends adding more water and pisco did not help. I had just used the wrong apples. The rest of the afternoon I alternated chilling and napping. As I was ready to message my girls, Tamara and Muriel, there was a knock on the door. Perfect! It was Muriel coming to fetch me for dinner. Per usual, there were a few errands along the way. First one was my bad, I had to stop by my trek tour office. Earlier, I stopped by to get everyone’s e-mails from the trek. Since I figured Lauren, the one sending out the group e-mails, had spelled my name wrong, I wanted to grab the addresses myself. There were some sweet photo’s from the trek I wanted to share. The man handed me over the sheet of e-mails. I laughed because I picture Justin shaking his head and calling me “stalker”. Well, I guess I am since I successfully stalked doctors for a living for 7 years. Muriel, Tamara, the other German chick and an Argentinian dude were across the street getting provisions for their trek the next few days. Muriel and I shared a postre of dulce de leche. And then we bought another to share. Good thing since German chick decided to run into the Internet cafe “really quick”. We chatted outside for 15 minutes. Then we went inside to find out she was trying to draft a letter in French to her University. Really? I was happy Muriel and I had eaten a pre-dinner postre. Being of similar mindsets, we found ways to amuse ourselves as we waited. Finally, after 10 more minutes the chick was finished. Of course, she had to be annoying and ask me and other random Peruvians if there was Internet of WiFi at the different stops along the trek. Really? I believe in working hard. I believe in playing hard. Do not do either half-ass. This bitch was interfering once again with my play/meal time. I asked her, “Have you already been accepted?” “Yes.” “Would this e-mail significantly impact your being able to go to University?” “No.” “Have you done everything you needed to do?” “Yes.” “Does not replying fast enough to their reply to your e-mail jeopardize anything?” “No.” “Do you need to cancel your trek and wait in the Internet cafe for a response to your e-mail?” “NO!!” “So why the fuck are you worrying?” “I don’t know.” “Well, fucking STOP IT (or I write them an e-mail and have them rescind your acceptance)!” Good Lord. If you can’t fix something, why freaking waste time worrying? I now I probably could have been gentler with this naive girl but to quote my friend’s from Oz, “she needs to toughen the fuck up.” We found a sweet cheap vegetarian dinner in a little hole in the wall. Muriel looked at her cute plastic princess watch and realized they had to run to grab their laundry before the place closed. Since I had no desire to hang with the German worry-wart, I ran with them. As they were trying to say mournful good-byes (again for the 3rd time?), I playfully told them to STOP IT! “Guys, no good-bye’s! See-ya later!” Tamara and I had already talked about her and her cousin staying with me for their SF trip in August. Again, perfect timing intervened, Ana and Pablo from my trek were walking up the hill and I gave them both a hug and a kiss. To Muriel and Tamara, “See! I always run into my friends again!! Have a good trek! See ya later!” More hugs. I was excited to see Pablo and Ana since the tour agency didn’t have their e-mail addresses and NOW, I was able to get theirs! Sweet! No worries, everything always works out. They were staying in my same neighborhood and we walked back together until I got to my turn-off. “Bien viaje amigos! Bueno suerte (for their new jobs and lives in London)!! See-ya later!
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