Shopping tils that is! Viva Lima. It's weird, Lima is like any other capital city in the world. It's got everything you need, movie theatres, restaurants, casinos (boy oh boy are there casinos). They´re everywhere. At least two within two blocks from my hostel. But it's weird because I feel like I've left the country before I've jumped on the plane. The people look different (most look mixed European) the buildings too (they dont have that ancient city feeling to them) and the old lady wearing traditional clothes holding a baby lama saying ´foto Mis, take foto´ is missing. This doesn´t feel like Peru at all.
Anyway, I´m staying in Mirafloras. It's on the coast. Visited the beach yesterday, and at the time I decided I would have a food blog the next time I travel (that idea melted away pretty quickly when I saw my legs wobbling when I walked in). I dined in a resturant that looked like Walt Disney´s Disneyland. I had the Grand Tasting Menu which meant I felt like I was one of those judges in Masterchef. I had four starters, four mains and three desserts! Only baby sizes mind you. All in all I would score it a 9/10. Minus one point for only having 3 desserts. Not that I ate them all, but it's the thought that counts. All of the dishes came from the sea, the scallops were small and served with the red bag thingy still attached. Thats a bit yucky, aye. I'm sure thats the sh*t bag! My favourite waiter was the bun guy. He has a basket of buns and all he does all day is ask if you want any more buns. I was bunned out. Anyway, I´ve got some more great photos (I promise to post them when I get home).
As you can imagine I've been pretty deprived of high heels and shopping malls. Of course the first thing I brought were some high heels. Come to think of it, they make me look more like a freak, as if I wasn´t tall enough, now I´m 3 feet taller than everyone else. I feel like a lady again, now if only I could hide these ugly mozzy bites. The heels are charcoal suede ankle, lace up boots with a wide wooden heel and heavy studs around the sole. Think clogs with a touch of French "je ne sais quoi". Anyway who needs a man when I´ve got great food, footwear and foot massage! Not me...Amen
