You may be wondering why no information on Machu Picchu has been forthcoming. On our return flight from Peru, Tim and I had a layover in Chilé. What began as a seven-hour layover turned into a 32-hour layover when a cloud of volcanic ash passed over the Andes and shut down both the Montevideo and Buenos Aires airports. We got a free night's stay in the Santiago Crowne Plaza hotel, but we arrived in Montevideo a day late, or, at approximately the same time that Tim's parents arrived here from Buenos Aires. This set off a whole chain reaction of behind-ness.
We (Tim and his parents and I) have all been gallivanting around Montevideo all week and today we're leaving for "the Riviera of South America," i.e., Punta del Este. This is my way of saying that our trip to Peru DID happen and there ARE pictures to prove it (see?), but we're doing all kinds of things right now that make it a little hard to fully sit down and properly address it. I can only really write about something when I'm not doing anything. Earnest Hemingway would be ashamed.
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