First Day in Lima, Peru

May 19th, 2015

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Our day began yesterday so it had been a very long day. We arrived in Jorge Chavez Airport about 7:15 this morning. The weather was overcast and humid, in the 60s. A 30-something Peruvian man named Johan met us and, after recommending a potty stop, led us out to the waiting car. The driver was Mr. Morales who had forty years experience driving in Lima’s crazy traffic. Leaving only centimeters between his car and the next, Mr. Morales threaded through heavy rush-hour traffic at top speeds. Johan kept apologizing as we raced through back streets, on the beach, and down back alleyways. It was exhilarating to pass through many of Peru’s forty-three districts at breakneck speeds.

Lima from the air:

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Residential Neighborhoods:

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After almost an hour driving along the Pacific coast, we reached the Miraflores District and our hotel, the Belmond Miraflores Park.  We were warmly welcomed but our room wasn’t ready so we left our luggage in the lobby and went out to explore.

Spanish Colonial Church:

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Our Hotel:

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View of the Pacific:

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There was a beautiful park across the street from the hotel on the high bluff above the ocean. We strolled along the rim to Larcomar Mall on the opposite side of Parque Domodossola.

Larcomar Mall:

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We found good coffee and sat outside to enjoy the morning air. Later, after we secured a room and rested a while, we ate a scrumptious late lunch outdoors on the deck of the hotel.

Ceviche and Causa:

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Johan had told us there were 3800 kinds of potatoes grown in Peru. The papa amarillo pictured above was delicious. We enjoyed a quiet afternoon and watched the sun set over the Pacific Ocean. Tomorrow we explore Miraflores.

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Midnight Flight to Lima

May 19th, 2015

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

I look out of the small window into the darkness of the airport. The time was midnight and the plane was still sitting at JFK airport plugged into the terminal. I’m on my way to Peru to finally see the ancient ruins of Machu Picchu. The Lost City of the Incas has been on my bucket list for almost fifty years, but I was too tired to be excited. In eight hours, I would be in the capital city of Lima.

Jeff joined me for this adventure but when the car service to take us to the airport was twenty minutes late, he looked as if he was having second thoughts. 

Our driver to the airport, Roberto, was a pleasant young man who coincidentally was Peruvian. He apologized for being late and gave us a thorough introduction to his country during our ride to JFK. We learned about Peruvian food, especially cuy, the Spanish word for guinea pig, and other tasty dishes. Roberto also recommended ceviche, raw fish marinated in lime juice. 

I told Roberto we had planned to arrive a day before our tour group to see the sights on our own. He said we should stay in the Miraflores neighborhood of our hotel because downtown Lima could be dangerous for tourists. At the airport, Roberto wished us well and assured us we would enjoy our visit. He gave us his email in case we had any questions or problems. He said he had cousins who “spoke English and were nice people to help us if we got into any trouble.”

Fortunately, Jeff fell asleep after we boarded and didn’t notice that the plane was still on the ground an hour after it was supposed to take off. Undaunted and filled with curiosity and anticipation, I tried to sleep on the long bumpy flight to South America and cuy country.

Sunrise in South America:

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Armenian Genocide 1915 – 2015

April 26th, 2015

Sunday, April 26, 2015

This weekend was the 100th anniversary of the Armenian Genocide in Turkey. The horrific events were marked by commemorations around the world.  My son and I joined the centennial observance in New York City.  It began at St. Vartan Armenian Cathedral on 34th Street.  Buses arrived in the morning from Armenian communities in the northeastern part of our country.  People filled the church and hundreds of family groups overflowed onto the sidewalks.

IMG_2546St. Vartan Armenian Cathedral

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Another City Weekend

March 9th, 2015

March 6 – 9. 2015

IMG_2147Friday Rush Hour Traffic

IMG_2144City Snow

IMG_2118Shadows on St. Patrick’s Cathedral

IMG_2129New York City Snow

IMG_2152Stained Glass at the Cooper Hewitt Museum

IMG_2154Looking Across Andrew Carnegie’s Garden to Central Park

IMG_2159Suspended Hand Tools

IMG_2176Great Poster

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IMG_2183Met Museum with Winter Tourists

IMG_2184Down to the Subway

IMG_2190Metropolitan Opera House

IMG_2191Inside the Met

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IMG_2204Stacks at the Strand Bookstore

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IMG_2215Sunday Morning Bus Ride

IMG_2259Tappan Zee Bridge – Ice on the Hudson River

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A Long Cold Winter

February 4th, 2015

February 2015

IMG_1999Patience Waiting for Spring

When I was using film cameras, I felt it was a waste to use color film in the winter so I only shot black & white pictures.  I still feel the same, but a digital camera makes it a lot easier. Here are some photos I took during this very long and cold winter.

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IMG_2012Lunch in a Bistro

IMG_2018Frozen Fountain

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IMG_2037Interactive Art

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