Back in good 'ole Amerrrica. Seems like I never left. Peru feels like a hazy dream -- a blur of congested city, horns, llamas, Spanish, food, and adventure. I've been back for 5 mostly miserable days. I returned to Denver and was quickly greeted with cold and snow. Normally, I don't have a problem with the cold and snow, in fact, I quite like it. However, being less than 24 hours removed from the beaches of Barranca, the foot and a half of snow we returned to was a slap in the face.
That's my car buried under that white crap
I arrived in Denver wearing flip-flops, shorts, and a short sleeve shirt. 2 hours after I landed, I was in a jacket, llama hat, hiking boots and snow pants, shoveling my car out from under this mess. Good times! Ugh... 18 hours later, I was on the road to Durango, Colorado to play a show with The Congress at The Summit Bar. No wonder I'm sick, I think I came down with the Cusquena flu. More to come soon...
