Arrival Day: You're Here Now What?
After spending 12 hours in airports and on airplanes we arrive at our destination, Peru.When everything goes as planned it makes for a lovely journey. Of course I ate too much and sat still for way too long. The flight from Atlanta to Lima was most enjoyable. The cabin was top notch with a full Menu which would've costed $100 each in any restaurant. The wine selection followed suit as well with offerings from France, Italy and Spain. This was no "two buck chuck".
Arriving at Lima Airport our bags arrived in as timely a fashion as we did. Walked through customs without issue and were whisked off by our driver to our quaint hotel. Checked in and off to dreamland for us weary travelers.
La Castellana Hotel is a small boutique hotel with solid plaster walls, dark wood accents and as few creature comforts as needed to be fairly comfortable. This is what true "locally owned" establishments look like. The room rate is reflective of the sparseness. There is no "European" frills here. The beds are small, there is dark wood accents with years upon years of dark paint spilling over the edges of the panes of glass in the windows. A small squeaky oscillating fan is mounted to the ceiling and moves the damp air around nicely for a bit of comfort. The only thing in the room that doesn't fit is the 28" flat screen TV chained to a small shelf in the corner of the room.
The sounds of the city of MiraFlores at night consist of nothing but the dull hum of the street lamps and an occasional cat fight on the tin roofs of the tightly packed buildings. The morning light arrives at 5:30 and the streets wake up to the bustle of cars, traffic cop whistles, impatient horns and the street vendors selling the fresh produce and catch of the day.
It is warm and muggy today, with a slight mist in the air. Our trip commences tonight with our CEO meeting us in the lobby. We have a "free" day today... What to do?
La Castellana Hotel is a small boutique hotel with solid plaster walls, dark wood accents and as few creature comforts as needed to be fairly comfortable. This is what true "locally owned" establishments look like. The room rate is reflective of the sparseness. There is no "European" frills here. The beds are small, there is dark wood accents with years upon years of dark paint spilling over the edges of the panes of glass in the windows. A small squeaky oscillating fan is mounted to the ceiling and moves the damp air around nicely for a bit of comfort. The only thing in the room that doesn't fit is the 28" flat screen TV chained to a small shelf in the corner of the room.
The sounds of the city of MiraFlores at night consist of nothing but the dull hum of the street lamps and an occasional cat fight on the tin roofs of the tightly packed buildings. The morning light arrives at 5:30 and the streets wake up to the bustle of cars, traffic cop whistles, impatient horns and the street vendors selling the fresh produce and catch of the day.
It is warm and muggy today, with a slight mist in the air. Our trip commences tonight with our CEO meeting us in the lobby. We have a "free" day today... What to do?
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