Written 7/15/10 in my old, moldy, and recently retired, journal
On a Cruz Del Sur bus, leaving Huancayo for the last time. This city has been my home since September – I will miss the rolling Andes that frame the Mantaro Valley, the stray dogs that always sleep on the same street corners, my walk to work, the brown dusty streets, noisy traffic, and quiet reserved people. I will not miss the horrible pop covers they play too loudly on this bus line. Huancayo is a very real place – inhabited by farmers, business men, and professors, it’s the heart of the Central Andes, and the heart of my Peruvian experience. I had a real life here – work, friends, family, gym membership, favorite coffee shop. How many lives can a person lead? Many, I’m beginning to believe.
