5am

I am so proud of my Minnesota visitors. We went out in very true Peruvian style last night. My brother Pete with his girlfriend Jenny and her sister Kacy rallied and partied until 5am (p.s. that is Pete's arm in the background). We lived the true Peruvian nightlife - the crew went out to a peña - a live box and guitar music show first. We went out with Hugo and his mom and another random friend and cousin. It's funny how your group grows when you meet people you know as the night progresses. Right around 1am we headed to the disco and got our groove on. We left our footprints on the dance floor and then headed out for the typical Cajamarcan chicken soup at around 4am. All Peruvians claim that chicken soup will guarantee a hangover-free morning. We were all served these ridiculous large bowls of soup with chicken leg and I was so proud, once again of my visitors. They ate everything, even the parts that they didn't know what they were.
The dancing and disco night life let us forget for a moment about the things that haven't turned out so well on this trip. Pete got some serious altitude sickness and was out of commission for a day. The girls never got their luggage and we spent a good part of everyday trying to communicate with a live body that might be able to help them locate it. That was a joke. Lan airlines wins the prize for the worse customer service ever. They gave us wrong numbers, wrong email directions, no supervisors were ever around and nobody would even pick up the phone sometimes. We were faced with no other option than to drink piscos (the famous peruvian brandy) everyday to take away the frustration and pain of awful, poor, no-good customer service. Send good luggage wishes this way in hopes of a happy reuniting tomorrow at the airport of luggage with owners.