5/6/10: Arequipa, Peru
South America is our favorite continent. We held a meeting over dinner a few days ago and we made it official. (For those who are curious, Africa came in close second, then Australia then Asia. We loved Asia, don’t get me wrong, but somewhere had to be last.)
Arequipa is our favorite city in South America. We held a meeting over dinner today and we made it official. (We hold a lot of meetings – I guess it makes us feel like we have responsibilities. Some other meeting topics: M&M colors from best to worst, the advantages of two-ply over three-ply, why I will win the bottled water bet, how long it will take before I stop constantly playing with my ring.) By transitivity one would think that Arequipa is therefore our favorite city in the world. One would be wrong.
But this isn’t a blog post about what’s wrong with Arequipa. Nor is it about what’s wrong with the idea that Jermaine O’Neal has made $22,999,984 more than Zhou and I since September. Instead this will be about how it took us only three hours to proclaim Arequipa as our favorite city on our favorite continent.
First, there’s the colors. Arequipa is known as “the white city,” or so we’ve heard, but the neighborhoods here are so colorful. This is actually quite common through South America, and it has made us wonder why there isn’t more color in the States. It’s so bad back home that a suburb near mine in Columbus was built entirely using red brick and white picket fences. Zhou and I have decided that when we invent our our real-life neighborhood, it will be more colorful than anything America has ever seen.
Then, there is the history. We’re normally not big fans of history (I only stayed awake through about three days of Modern European during high school), but here it is quite cool to see all the old architecture mixed with all the new colors. It’s like combining the ancient royal look of White Castle with the fresh spin of Harold and Kumar. That makes sense, right?
Our hostel has something to do with it also. We’re staying at a place called Arequipay Backpackers, which is located in a gated-community in the richer part of town. It’s got an amazing movie room, the best ping-pong table we’ve seen and even a indoor wall of rock and ivy which water sometimes falls over to give this place a feel more like the Venetian in Vegas. We were saying how when Dad arrives he’s going to think we’ve been living the high life for the past eight months.
Finally, if all the stuff in the city isn’t cool enough, there’s an impressive volcano looming over the horizon, ready to blow at any time. (Ok, I made that last clause up.) If we had taken any pictures today this would have been an awesome, colorful post that would make you wish you were here. Instead, you get my rambling text that doesn’t do the city any justice, just the way David didn’t do any justice to Halle.
The point is, Arequipa is great. I need to get off the computer and go enjoy it.
Picture of the Day: As Zhou would say, cacti make every city look like Arizona!