Colors of the White City
July 3rd 2008 Day 1: Cuy and Me
There was no hiding what it was. The little, splayed feet; the white incisors; even remnants of the whiskers. It was staring me down over the accompanying papas fritas. Yes, I was going to be eating a cuy. A guinea pig to norteamericanos. I tried not to think of my living toupée of a childhood pet, Pepper. But I am in Peru, so I had to try it...and, you know, it wasn't t
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