“El Proximo Gringo” Arrives
I’m here.
It was a whirlwind 36 hours or so flying from D.C. to Atlanta; Atlanta to Lima; getting in long after midnight and grabbing a few hours of sleep at a hotel in Miraflores; and spending the day with TNS staff in Lima getting a project overview in the office, in between stuffing my face eating tacu-tacu and lomo saltado and drinking chicha morada. (Seriously, I think any worries about weight loss while living abroad can be cast aside — the cheap, huge portions here and the reliance on a heavy amount of rice, potatoes, and other carbohydrates will see to that.)
But near 10pm last night, walking out of the tiny Tarapoto airport to see a mariachi band start playing (apparently not in my honor, but for the birthday of another arriving passenger), I was finally at my hot-and-humid home for the next nine months.
Jay Nargundkar
Mi Vida S.A. 