i´m hot in other countries

what´s up dudes. the deal is as such: i left my house at 4pm on friday, flew out of boston at 7, flew out of miami at 11, and arrived lima 5am saturday. i had a layover until 2 in the afternoon today, but whatever. i watched the office all day. i was supposed to go from lima to cuzco and stay on the plane until puno...BUT I GOT OFF IN CUZCO. so at 3 in the afternoon, i was alone and blonde, six hours by bus from where i needed to be. i hopped in a rañdom taxi cab, despite frommer´s warnings against doing so, and ´juan carlos´as he called himself took me to buy a bus ticket. and then he kept saying, man, it´s fiesta day, everything´s çhill right now, let´s go grab a beer. i said no, but he kept bugging me, and i had 6 hours to kill, so i said sure. you´re only veinte for a year, right¿ so we got some cuzsquenas and he was like, do you like (something i didn´t understand), and i was bored of him so i said si. turns out he asked if i like panoramas, and he, drinking his cerveza all the while, drove me up a mountain and i didn´t know what to do except call someone to let them know the timing on my bus ticket. i was pretty sure i was about to b raped and pushed off the mountain, but we chatted about panoramas and me being beautiful. it only got super uncomfortable when i asked questions about thieves, and he said don´t worry about it chica. and then we were silent for a while, and then he advised, ´worry that i want to steal your heart, eyes, and lips. ´in spanish of course. ´then i said i had to pee, and he said pee like the incas do, with libertad, with libertad---outside---with people watching. and i was like, no taxi driver. i will not pee with libertad. and then i said come on, i have to go ahora, and he asked if i was scared of the dark. good one. yes, yes i was, i said, and he still didn´t want to leave the dark, uninhabited mountain side. then i`pretty much said i was going to pee in his taxi, so he drove me to a closed, dark gas station to pee. then, for real, i thought i was going to die. but i peed in a restaurant and made him take me to the terminal. i sat down and read some t.h., and some girls started arguing about whether i looked american or not (interjectioñ: i am filthy right now), and then the driver waltzed in to the terminal with my camera case and it was weird. anyway, i have an hour in this internet cubby, so i apologize for the long and boring post. here´s to me not being killed when i arrive at the terminal at 4am tomorrow morning and have to take a taxi to my hostel. i think taking a taxi will be safer than sitting in a terminal at dawn, yeah¿ i hate this keyboard, but TE QUIERO, hasta la vista, lindsey