Family(ar) Faces

Having my dad and uncle join Brent and I for a week in southern Peru certainly made up for any lack of laughter & fun I might have suffered in the last couple of months. It was a needed dose of familiar faces in a time of minute homesickness.

Four Sturlaugsons´- two pairs of bros from two generations turned loose on southern Peru. A sight not unnoticed by numerous street vendors pushing any & everything on our crew of 6ft tall gringos. Brent and I, having over 5 months of experience with this culture , were able to ward off most unwanted proposals, and arrange our tour without the added expense of someone else´s help. Dad & Craig each found their own nich in the Peruvian culture as well. Dad-hailing taxis and seaching out cervezas, and Craig (in true uncle Craig fashion)- bargaining better than any local Peruvian at the markets, each without real knowledge of the language- impressive.

Trains, buses, and taxis provided transportation to two of the most impressive sights in Peru- Machu Picchu and Lake Titicaca. Lack of leg room and sleep could not prevent the molecules of our party pants from gyrating us into good humor and energetic conversations throughout our travels. Da boys handled both the altitude and culture difference very well, and thanks to 1 liter bottles of medicine found at any store or restaurant, no one got sick or sad. The week seemed to fly by way too fast, as good times are said to do, and after saying our sianara´s- I mean hasta luego´s, we sent them off on a plane back to Lima and eventually the twin cities of Minnesota. Days packed full of sight seeing and stomach aching laughter with Bro and Driver were exactly what the doc ordered for Brent and I mid-way through our travels in South America. Thanks again guys.