Archive for May, 2008
Cusco, Peru for Corpus Christi
Posted on 27. May, 2008 by Colin.
SUMMARY: I take a trip to Cusco to hang out with Carlos’s girl’s family. Plenty of pictures.
Carlos invited me to Cusco for Maca’s baby shower. She’s from Cusco and all her family is there and had already been there for a week. We left at 8pm Friday night and arrived at 6am Saturday morning. Carlos had a joint that we smoked before we got to the bus terminal.
After loading our luggage on the bus, we raided the food stands in the terminal. We lost track of time and the bus was leaving when we got back. We barely stopped the bus in time at the gate. We laughed at how much trouble he’d have been in if we missed that bus and he wasn’t at the baby shower. I was sick when we left so I wasn’t anticipating a wild weekend. … Read more
Continue Reading
Amanecer: Brothel in Arequipa, Peru
Posted on 18. May, 2008 by Colin.
SUMMARY: My first whorehouse in Peru.
In America prostitution is a taboo conversation even among guys. In a conversation with Javier, however, it came out within a couple minutes or so that each of us had paid for sex before. The reason Americans never talk about it is for the same idea expressed by a Peruvian here when I asked him if he had ever paid for it. He told me ‘he didn’t have to’. Neither do I, tough guy. That doesn’t mean it’s not fun … Read more
Continue Reading
Cariñoso and My First Fulbito Game
Posted on 11. May, 2008 by Colin.
SUMMARY: I describe my new girlfriend and my first fulbito game. Then more culture.
Before our first date, Rosa was worried I’d be a cold gringo but has since told me that I am cariñoso – affectionate. The word cariñoso is used in Spanish much more often than ‘affectionate’ is in English. She told me this while I was planting kisses all over her cheek and neck. … Read more
Continue Reading
The Brichera Scowl and The Second Date
Posted on 05. May, 2008 by Colin.
I got the feeling Friday that I needed a woman soon or my testicles might implode. So I went out alone on a mission. I met a girl in a bar. Her name was Maria and she was really into Latin rock. She wasn’t a tomboy by American standards, but not as feminine as most Latinas. If she were born and raised in America, she would’ve been a punk rock or heavy metal type. She had a beautiful face but her body was not up to par. She wasn’t fat per se, but not up to my standards. … Read more
Continue Reading
