Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, Sept. 14
Miraflores, Lima, Peru
The taste of guanabana (soursop) and maracuya (passionfruit) juice takes me back to Central America nearly a decade ago. So does the smell of diesel in the streets. Peruvian corn has the fattest kernels I've ever seen, and it's served in cross-sections with a spicy lime sauce.
McDonalds, Starbucks, KFC, even a Gold's Gym colonize the Miraflores business district alongside high-end retailers hawking Givenchy and Guess, and cheaper outlets offering two-for-one polyester suits. The mish-mash of corporate and mom-and-pop stores reminds me of Seaside's Fremont Boulevard.
Kids play and couples make out in Parque Kennedy, a lovely stretch of green accented by rectangular garden plots. People gather to watch girls in yellow skirts and boys in green shirts dance to the thumping of drums. The tribal sound mixes with a preacher's sermon in the ornate church across the street.
Posted at 1:51 PM