"I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul."
-Nelson Mandela, Radical Activist and Politician
Daniel and I spent weeks at a time without connection to an internet signal with site-building strength. For those who are familiar with my nature, you know I'll dive into a detailed apology to justify the delinquency. But first: Let's talk about Perú, shall we?
Granted, I never expect to have it ALL figured out, or to reach a point where I would beat the game of life, but I at least thought I had a solid handle on the fundamentals and a well-honed bank of disciplines to fall back on when situations would complicate.
Well, sorry to disappoint you again, Mr. Strawn, but you were quite wrong... again.
I have repeatedly felt as though my maturity and much-practiced self-awareness are battling with my fragile innocence and inner-child sanctuary, creating a conflict that has lamentably been dragging others into the fray (others who by no means deserve the burden). Perú was a challenging (and hopefully effective) lesson for me in the relationship between these two extremes.
Throughout our culture-hopping, explorational adventure, we have observed so many different manners of human life, states of childhood, and family formulas throughout history and today.
This range is diversely exemplified throughout Peru.
Largely up to this point, we have seen a near ubiquitous progression of societies towards a much-desired technological evolution, even if only in small ways. The people of Puno, who cleverly have been using the reeds of a lake to build boats, homes, and even islands for hundreds, now incorporate recycled plastic bottles into the hulls of boats and beneath floating cities, improving longevity and stability.
As I confront the new and unfamiliar, I sometimes face that which may be in conflict with or contradicting my preexisting ideologies, my beloved principles, or my core values.
Suddenly, these new and powerful forces are assaulting my traditional supports, and wracking the carefully laid foundations within myself.
I hoped and attempted to find away around the obstacle of slow (even nonexistent) Wifi, but have yet to discover a satisfactory option.
It's time to re-strategize....
I think I will either take my mother and Daniel's repeated advice and see if I can use weak internet to craft mini-posts to fill the silent void, or will just expect monthly publications of equal size and content to previous articles.
We have another HUGE thanks to offer our new friends, fantastic and fun Lima hosts: Mac, Fernado, and Logan, who graciously (and deliciously) provided commendable accommodations in the delightful Miraflores district of the city.
You made available to us security and safety while we awaited visas and explored the city, enabled walks on the malecon with Logan and jaunts to the Barranco, and helped us to discover the taste of Chifa.
And to old acquaintances Stephanie, Cecille, Felipe, and new little Emilia, we offer our gratitude.
What a wonderful diversion you offered us with your hospitality and humor in La Molina (the house looks wonderful! And the location by the park is so ideal).
Your sweet granola grab bags kept our stomachs healthily happy and occupied as we headed east.
We are so excited to see you all again (Stephanie: So sorry we missed you in Chile! Next time we will try to plan better).
Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!
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