I am a work of art. Que linda! Hair that curls wildly in misty ocean air. Azure eyes the color of the sky in summer. Hips that cast slithering shadows in the moonlight. I am an impossible cause. Que unica! A restless spirit that longs to roam. A wish on a star falling from the moonless sky. In the magical place where hope and imagination collide.

I want to slip into my skin... stitch it up feel it pressed against my bones and stretched across my ligaments. Where I can explore and examine... what it knows what it holds within memories of me and the stories that it's told. It seems that I've forgotten the wishes and feelings that once stirred beneath my flesh and danced within my dreams. Can I find them again... if I walk around in my skin stretched across my shell of a skeleton and touch with my own feet and touch with my own hands what I cannot touch in the dark?

Now that I'm officially home and feeling the exhaustion of the last two weeks seep out of my veins and into the corners of my eyes, I'm thinking about my trip to Peru. Peru is a phenomenal place, and the people there are wonderful. It's hard to put the experience into just a few words, but I figured I would try with a top ten list. So here goes (in no particular order)... 10. The look on the receptionist's face when I told him I had been eating the menu el dia while in Peru (and not knowing what I ate for lunch one day). 9. Discovering that I can carry on a conversation in Spanish (with a few "no se como decir in espanol...un momento, por favor" requests thrown in) and being told that I speak Spanish like a Spaniard. 8. Writing on the balcony of my hotel room with a view of the Andes and the Urubama River as accompaniment. 7. Sitting on the steps of the Lima Cathedral and watching World Cup games with the Peruvians in the Plaza Mayor in Centro Lima. 6. Walking