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Published: June 17th 2012
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Made it to Lima in one piece, though the same can't be said for the tire or the car window. The plan was for me to make the 5 hour drive to drop Noa in NJ, then meet up with Jim & Simon at midnight in NYC to head over to our earling morning flight from JFK. Yeah, right. 10 miles out of Medford, my car got a flat. Noa and I enjoyed a scenic hour on the highway shoulder, waiting for Better World Club (the enviro version of AAA). The official first hero of our trip is Mike the tow guy, who changed the flat super fast. Noa and I then made it 12 more miles before dallying for another scenic 1.5 hours, this time in the Natick Mall, while hero #2, Jim from Sears, installed new tires. We avoided any further road mishaps, and thanks to traffic, we officially broke the record for the longest ever Medford/NJ drive, clocking in 11.2 hours after leaving Medford. (The previious record was held by Marc, Jim and the Ospo/Perlsons, who drove 11 hours through the fearsome blizzard of 2000-something for Eli's bar mitzvah.).
I don't think anyone has ever been happer to see the Clearbrook 55 and older community than me and Noa. We unloaded her bags, ran into the house with big smiles, and all was well. For 5 minutes. When I went back to the car to grab another bag, I found it locked. With my keys inside. Which, I must point out, is impossible, since you can't lock it without the keys. The alarm turned itself on, too, just for good measure. I had 1/2 hour to get to my train, so calling upon all my creativity and problem solving mojo, came up with the only solution. Hammer to glass. I raced off to the train (thanks, Mel), leaving behind a cranky daughter, a minivan w/ broken window, a driveway full of glass, and no instructions for how to deal with the car alarm. But I was on my way!
Compared to all that, the rest of the trip to Lima was pretty anticlimactic. Group nap in JFK, Hugo playing on our Costa Rica to Peru leg, and diesel-filled drive through the chaotic streets of Lima. Our hostel is great, and we spent the eve walking around Miraflores and its version of Washington Sq. Park, Kennedy Park. Vendors, artists, an open-air all ages dance jam, and resident cats of every size and stripe. We can't believe we're here, Simon is eating it up & trying out his spanish, Jim is romping around like a puppy. And tomorrow, it's off to the Andes...
Don't forget to check out Simon's version of our trip at:
cynicalperu.tumblr.com
We'll post pics soon.
Love, us.
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Mike Allen
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Hurrah!
Dramatic start, eh! A great story starts with a great story! I'm along for the ride!