Though I’ve only been here a week, 9 days to be exact, there is one thing I learned rather quickly: I can go ahead and toss any schedule I might even have thought about out the window.  I live by routine: class schedule, work schedule, gym and meals…it’s just the way I survive.  What can I say, I am organized in my disorganization, but boy was I in for a rude awakening. [Continue reading...]

It’d be pretty hard to top anticuchos or the guinea pig as the epitome of “exotic” Peruvian cuisine, but for those fresh off the plane and not quite ready to tackle the heavyweights in the Limeño culinary world, there is always the option of tasting a little piece of Peru in… a sushi bar. [Continue reading...]

As my time in Lima draws to a close, it’s time to expand a coffee addict’s coffee shop round up. In case you missed the first take, make sure to check out part one here. As Lima begins its slow and steady expansion of its café culture, more coffee gems are bound to pop up. Until then, check out these new noteworthy addititions. [Continue reading...]

The words “Give me freedom, give me fire, give me reason, take me higher” are very much branded in my mind after a long week of glorious World Cup soccer. The K’naan/David Bisbal lyrics can be heard bellowing from the mouths of enthusiastic fans and echoing throughout any area of Lima screening a game. Like most of my fellow avid soccer fans I have my team – team England, the team that will win the World Cup and claim victory once and for all! Ok, maybe not. But still, I can have hope and I will no doubt be watching every single one of their games. Atmosphere is sometimes crucial for watching a great game and there are many factors that come into play when choosing that perfect venue. After exploring the soccer [Continue reading...]

Following the advice of La Guía de Gastón, a restaurant directory book written by famed Peruvian chef, Gastón Acurio, we taxied off to Restaurant Fuji, a sushi bar in Miraflores. The Lima night air was tepid, and completely blanketed with its usually evening garúa. We stepped out of the taxi and onto a lush patio garden. Instantly, we were transported to a place not-so-Peruvian and undoubtably Japanese. [Continue reading...]