Arequipa
Yes, it was a three-hour dinner on a three-story rooftop overlooking the Plaza de Armas at sunset. And it was incredible. Cold, yes, but the waiters brought serapes and we were toasty as hell. The light in the sky seemed to take forever to fade, refusing to let go until the last Magnifico was uttered. Of course the ensuing darkness was abayed by the sparkle in the plaza, where a thousand lights strung thru trees accented the fountain and twinkled away. The facade of the Cathedral and its soaring spires were flood-lit with gold, and as the city rolled away over the hills the diamond lights simply went with. A look to the heavens blinked brightly with stars, and you thought This is the night. This is the night I tuck away for awhile. This is the night I'll see in Diane's smile. And This is the night we'll sleep to.
Trip's OK so far.
