Maya, Abbey, and I got to Lima in the early morning and sat on the floor waiting for Leah and Rachel, who were on a later flight, to arrive. During this time, we said goodbye to Estephanie, Merare, Liz, and David, who were all passing through the airport. Goodbyes suck, that is all. Once the five of us were assembled, we hopped in a taxi (I don't know if you picked up on how poorly 5 people fit in a tiny Peruvian taxi, but we got used to it), which took us to the bus station where we caught a bus south to Ica.
When we arrived in Ica in the evening, we took a taxi to Huacachina, checked in to our hostel, and all went to bed almost immediately. The next day, we had a really enjoyable lazy morning and then went dune buggy-ing ion the afternoon. The desert is HUGE and the views from the top of the dunes over the city and into the mountains are beautiful! We also went sandboarding (?), which is just laying down on snowboards, holding on for dear life, and careening down the dunes. It was so so so much fun and I survived with only a few bruises and sand burns.
That night (Sunday), we took the bus to Nazca and had a totally horrible hostel experience which left me literally in tears and down s/50. It was decidedly not awesome, but my friends are really really wonderful and were so supportive and comforting. In the morning, we got up and got the heck out of the hostel. We had a nice breakfast, bought some snacks, and headed to a tower in the middle of the Nazca Lines, skipping the $80 flight and opting instead for a $1 view of three (tree, hands, and lizard) of the twelve designs. They were beautiful and mind blowing. It’s east to just shrug and have an oh these are nice and pretty neat reaction, but when you think hard about the fact that the lines were dug MORE THAN A THOUSAND YEARS AGO, they are astounding.
We spent out last night back in Huacachina, where we watched the sunset from the top of a dune and then ran down in the dark. It’s hard to convey the feeling of those few hours, but my heart was so full of the beauty of the world and of the sweet friends who I shared that experience with.
On Tuesday, we had a last breakfast together, took the bus back to Lima in the afternoon, said some difficult goodbyes, and I hopped on a plane to Miami.