It’s been a couple of years since we
visited Lima. We’ve got some good friends and family there, and we kept telling
ourselves and them that we’d visit but you know how that goes…unless you make
the time it doesn’t happen, so that’s what we did.
Usually we arrive at the Lima airport late
in the evening, around 10:00 PM or so. On this day the plane touched down at
9:00 AM. We couldn’t check into the Miraflores hotel until 3:00, so we had some
time to kill. If you have time to spare the Lima airport is not where you want
to spend it. There’s nothing to see; main terminal seating is very limited, and
outside of the food court there is really only one real restaurant…by that I
mean with comfortable chairs and people who come to the table to take and
deliver food and drink orders. Anyway, we‘ve been there so often and pulled so
many over-nighters there that we know every nook and cranny of that place.
The ubiquitous taxi drivers were there to
greet us, offering to deposit us at the hotel door in Miraflores for 60 soles
($20.43 USD). Not too long ago the rate
was 50 soles. We had only shoulder bags for luggage, and with lots of time
Maribel suggested we ride a bus. I’m glad she did. We had to walk two blocks
from the airport to the bus stop. Maribel
had previously lived in Lima and knew that we needed to look for a blue bus
with ‘Benavides’ shown on the side as one of the destinations. The bus dropped
us off at the Miraflores ovalo (round-about) an hour later; about twice the
time of a taxi. The cost for both of us was 2.4 soles ($0.81 USD). We saved
some cash, and I saw parts of Lima I hadn’t seen before.
I was disappointed to see that cats have overrun
both the Miraflores Central Park and adjacent Kennedy Park. I don’t
particularly like cats (although Siberian tigers are my favorite animal), and I
like even less the strong cat odor as we walked through the parks.
Following the bus ride we had lunch in one
of the many restaurants of Calle de las Pizzas. I’ve forgotten the name, but it
was the first one on the left as you enter the street from Diagonal Ave. I
chose it because it looked clean and had a wide variety of offerings on the
menu…not because the woman at the door urging us to enter had “great legs”, as
Maribel’s brother accused me of.
The days went by quickly. We had a nice
lunch at the La Baguette Restaurant with our friend Alan, and also got together
with Mark and Anna Maria, who took us to the Nicolini
Automobile Museum. What a great way to spend a half-day. Several of those
cars I could personally relate to. There was a 1946 Nash in the garage waiting
to be restored. That was our family car when I was a young boy. And there is a
restored 1956 Olds 88 that differed only in color from one that I owned (I bought
it used shortly after I started working). I still prefer the looks and styling of those 50's cars over anything made these days.
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