Monday, May 22, 2006

Huacachina -Sand Duning- Nazca Lines-Peru
Jade in our Honeymoon Suite, (only room on ground floor)
The only road in Huacachina
ATV's we rode up to the sand dunes
Me at the only resturant in Huacachina -the Banana Shack
Sun going down when i wandered a bit to far from the hotel

Watching the sun go down over sand dunes

David, me, jade and another traveler on a sand dune overlooking Huacachina

Me going down a 100 foot sand dune in the ATV

David after a afternoon in the sun
Our Hotel

Jade already happy for the night

Our hotel

Road to Huacachina

The boardwalk around the oasis

Sand Dunes around hotel

Road to Huacachina

Sand Dunes in Early evening

Town of Pisco (yes, of the Pisco Sour)

Up in the airplane flying over Nazca lines

Jade and I in airplane, about to get sick

On Top of a sand dune we just surfed down

David sunbathing, as usual

Outside bedroom window

Getting lost near the town of pisco

Friday, May 12, 2006

Now that I have been home for a week and a half I have realized how much I have changed and how much the people around me have changed, whether it's for the better or worse. Culture shock is in full fledge at this point and everything around me is starting to really piss me off, feel a bit like my sister Emma. Like this ball of agitation is just growing and sporatically firing off at random moments and at unsuspecting people, my poor mother usually is in the line of fire. Hopefully I will not offend anyone in this blog but thought i would share my thoughts on coming home and it's nothing personal just this is i suippose the best way to do the least damage, plus don't think anyone is reading this anymore anyrate.
But i find conversations fairly irritating, it's like there is no interaction anymore, people talk over each other either to bitch about inane things or to restate the same opinion that everyone else is saying yet is strangly sounds a bit different when they say it.
I think the difficult part for me is to realize that the relationships i had before i left have changed with no fault on either party but need to be modified or morphed into something else. I don't really know how to put it into words but whoever reads this will really think i have contracted some strange parasite.
To be quite honest, i have not honestly shared the details and feelings of my trip with anyone yet, everyone seems to want to know the happy bits and the drunken roomate bits, but not the real Peru or Costa Rica. Partly due to me not being forceful and I do realize it is my fault but no one seems interested.
I Suppose the conclusion is that there needs to be a Returnee support group....

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Hey everyone,.
Back home from Peru and in the midsts of culture shock, funny how the first thing i noticed in America is the announcements in the airport saying " You will be arrested if you threaten National Security." Oh, America the fearful!!! Though i became a little too excited when i realized i didn't need to do gymnastics to get in the bathroom, the lady thought i was nuts when i came out beaming. My plane from Costa Rica to Houston was delayed so i just had to stay in San Jose with Adrian. We had the best time and went to the International Dance Festival, his ballet company danced though he didn't dance that night. Forgot how fun San Jose is, plus there are brilliant handicapped accessible cabs. Anyway after a little detour, back home.
Before i left i went to Macchu Picchu and Cusco for three days. It was incredible, unlike Costa Rica which is gorgous, it seems like Peru has this majesty, even the poverty has a strange attraction to it. I went alone and just set up tours and such, i hired a Peruvian guy to piggy back me up Macchu Picchu. That was incredible and in all honesty there is no other way to see MP except on a guys back!!! He was an Inca trail tour guide so he was used to carrying kilos up the mountain with the altitude and he was very sweet. I figured if i was traveling there i might as well see all of it so anyone traveling with a disability this is a very plausible option. Also went on tours of the Sacred Valley and nearby villages and ruins. One village in particular is quite incredible, called Ollantatombo. The ruins there are amazing and there is a story of a warrior and princess that makes it even more fairy tale like. Living in Lima you forget what fresh air is like and what greenery looks like so Cusco was a much needed breath of fresh air.
It was hilarious traveling alone there, the Peruvians could not believe a disabled woman would travel alone. There was one point where i was trying to board a train and asked for some assistance and the train manager was saying 'Let's wait for your party" I responded with 'No I'm traveling alone thanks" which he then said "No really ma'am lets wait for your partner" then I said " Seriously, i am traveling alone". Anyway this went on for ten minutes until we had 5 minutes until the train left and i finally said to a nearby Scotsman, "God dammit please get me on the bloody train!" Nice bloke, he was a Scot named Ian, he laughed his head off when he realized why i was argueing with this guy.
Anyway other than altitude sickness it was an amazing trip.
The last day with my kids was heartbreaking, They finally called me Senorita Megan and seriously for not really liking children before i grew almost too attached to all of them. I don't cry easily but that day i was soaked. They through a party for me and gave me gifts, it was so incredibly hard to leave, when i was going out Mario wouldn't get off the back of my chair and Joshebel was strangling me by holding my neck so hard. I was a sight when i left, mascara all over. David just looked at me and said Good God! you were only there 2 months!! Yeah well David, Jade is sending me a picture of you when you leave!!! Let see who has the water works going then!!
Anyway, lovely to be home and i want to see all of you soon!