Welcome to Cusco

On Monday, June 28th, I boarded my flight from Tallahassee that would connect to a flight that would send me to Peru, only to be stuck in Houston for a night.  After a good nights rest and a flight to Panama (the country) I finally made it to Peru around 12:30 at night on Wednesday the 30th.

I flew into Lima, which is a lovely, but quite depressing city.  It beholds a beautiful European atmosphere with it's grandeur architecture, but extremely depressing because the sun is never shining.  I stayed in Lima for a few days acclimating myself once more with the Latin America culture and working on some visa work.  Finally....

July 6 I boarded a Peruvian Airlines flight to Cusco, Peru.  This place is so much better than Lima.  Beautiful buildings, mountains, wonderful climate, mountains, great food, mountains, large city with a village feel, and mountains.  I couldn't think of a better city to live.

My first couple of days I have spent being out of breath, living in a hostal, traveling to a nearby village, and taste testing through the town. 

This week is finally the week when I must drop my tourist fanny pack and become a real Cusqueno.  Today I started my first Spanish classes at Maximo Nivel, where I learned more in 3 hours than 2 years in high school.  I have a feeling that this is going to be intense.  Also, I went apartment hunting and believe that know where I'm going to move into.  Hoping Wednesday is the day.

Quick story.  Today during my private lessons, I asked my teacher to help me with talking about the Bible and what I am doing here.  It turned into a great conversation and tomorrow she wants me to come back and present the gospel to her in Spanish.  She is not a believer and is not apart of the Catholic church either and seems to be searching.  It is so glorious how God has used my time when I'm supposed to be learning Spanish as a great opportunity for  me to teach the gospel and possibly be involved in salvation.