Is and Ted´s excellent adventure.

Leaving everything to the last minute, I finally overpacked my bags around midnight and I don´t think that I finally passed out before 2AM, I was so wired. In any case, I clocked four hours of beauty sleep before heading to the airport.

Ted (aka yoga boy, my teacher who is leading the retreat) and I were on the same flight and I was permitted to sit next to him as long as I didn´t talk too much. I was like, "Dude, please, I´m the one who needs peace and quiet. I´ve got some deep thinking to do so you don´t talk to me, you dig?"

I whip out my self-help book about recovering my creativity and he whips out his self-help book about understanding women. So we basically spent the next six hours debating what makes relationships work or not, comparing the thoughts from my book and ultimately trying to explain to poor, confused, Ted, why women say something but really mean another. Two vegan meals later and a transit in Panama, we landed in Lima.

It was midnight by the time we headed to the hotel and three-thirty in the AM when the taxi picked us up to take us back to the airport for the flight to Cuzco. We are standing in line waiting to check in when the airline announces that our 5:30 AM flight is delayed until 10:45 later that morning. This is where a good yoga practice comes in handy. We both took a deep, cleansing breath and debated what to do. I needed sleep which I was not going to get seated at the gate and I wanted to get back to a hotel. Ted was inclined to be productive at the internet cafe. I won. We checked our bags and then hailed a cab and the taxi driver took us to some three star establishment (maybe it was two, since I paid $60 for the room)where we could catch a couple more hours sleep and save me from turning into Isabitch.


(Okay, so maybe I should have spent the cash on Botox. This is us, headed back to Lima airport for the second time in 8 hours.)

The flight to Cuzco was smooth and quiet until the hairpin roller coaster descent the pilot took on his approach to the runway. Apparently, this is how all landings are at this treacherous locale.

Ted and I parted ways at the airport. He went onto set things up at the retreat and I opted to spend a day (by myself) exploring Cuzco. I travel there tomorrow afternoon to start the yoga part of this eat-play trip.


Is still breathing.