Lima is a study in extremes.
High, low, and seemingly nowhere in between. From the perfectly intoxicating ambiance of La Rosa Nautica for Teresa's birthday, to yet again being filled with nerves about the potential of our new apartment having been nothing more than a scam. November 18th we will have no place to live if we do not hear back from our future landlord, who has curiously disappeared off the radar over the week.
At night, when the sky is dark, you can squint away the smog, and the lights glisten in dewy evening shades, its very nearly pretty. From the restraunt over the water we were afforded a welcome escape from the noise of the city, and hearing the ocean waves over dinner, the hectic seemed to melt away just a little. It helped us get through the next very busy days.
Cesar came to town again, and we welcomed our friend who had come for some business and also to help us make arrangements at the airport. Tuesday was Diego's birthday, our cabby, and we celebrated lunch with him at a hole-in-the wall cevicheria on the beach in the neighboring district of Chorillos.
Cesar also showed us to one of the highlights of Lima's tourist destinations:
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