Coming home
On our last night together, we eat really extraordinary food in a restaurant overlooking the Pacific ocean. I choose wine that lands up about worth the whole food bill by mistake. From Chile, and completely fantastic. I scream silently, but we are quite delighted with my error. They cook from scratch, and we melt into the view, talking, drinking wine and then the tastes we share in some awe. Nothing like amazing food. I leave Lima before dawn, and I quietly half-wake them to
