My good friend Lisa, who travelled with me to Rome, recently went on a month long Peruvian excursion where she worked as a midwife. Her tales, have given me South America fever (The good kind). No longer is South America somewhere we pretended we’d run away to to avoid having to do English GCSE (you think I’m lying but there was serious talk about becoming Peruvian goat farmers).
Along with Central America, largely because I have another friend who works on a cruise ship in a function band, and if I see one more picture of him holding a strawberry daiquiri on a beach in December, I’m going to delete him on Facebook. It looks sickeningly lovely. There are places where the sea is WARM. In the world. Places exist. Where the sea. Is not cold. I know, incredible concepts, but please stay with me.