He decidido: tres años después de la primera vez, todavía me encanta Peru.
(Translation) I have decided: three years after the first time, I still love Peru.
I want to write about everything, but there is so much to say. It feels like I have been here much longer than 4 days. Why is that always the case when traveling abroad?
I want to say one thing first, and that is this. These past four days have reminded me that life is indeed kind. Not always, but not never, either. In fact, sometimes life is kinder than we deserve. That is how these past few days have felt.
I am well aware that I lead a charmed life. Really, despite the overtones of angst and uncertainty that always seem to infiltrate my words, I really don’t have much to be sad about, as I’ve never suffered any great loss.
And yet, loss seems to be all around me without actually touching me. I have dear friends who have lost mothers, fathers, sisters, best friends and grandparents; who have lost jobs, homes, health, and physical ability. I was reminded of this recently in conversations with friends whose lives have been touched by loss.
I leave for Peru 20 days from today, and I will be there for six weeks. I still don’t have a picture in my mind of what this experience is going to be like. I’m not sure if it’s an advantage or a liability that I’ve been to Peru before. When I went three years ago, it was with two of my closest friends. The trip came in the midst of a difficult season when life, work, and friendships were hard, and I desperately needed to remember the things I like about myself, the things that bring me joy, the things that help me to heal. And my time in Peru gave me that, which is probably the main reason I look back on it with so much nostalgia.