I'm home, update.

I guess this means that we busted, because we certainly didn't make it to Buenos Aires, haha. We didn't even make it to Argentina! More on that momentarily.

So Friday in Cuzco we wandered around and explored and the city is AWESOME with architecture and everything but fuck man there are SO many tourists and the people there just swarm you like hungry flies

"taxi? taxi? manicure? massage? massage? massage?! TATTOO PIERCING PEDICURE MANICURE TAXI TAXI TAXI TAXI TAXI" *head explodes*

anyways. we went to dinner and i had really good soup and Anton had GUINEA PIG! Yep, guinea pig. I have a pic and everything. It was the full little guy, all shriveled up and roasted. So ridiculous. He said it was good, "kinda like chicken but with a better flavor." I had to take his word for it since I couldn't really chew.

I wasn't feeling in top form (obviously) so after food I watched Anton drink a bit at this place called Kamikazee, which we found after like an hour of searching because there are like no bars there only restaurants which also sucked.

Saturday we were wandering around trying to figure out Machu Picchu for the next day and I just was dying and one of my teeth was just throbbing and we were looking at practically a week of overnight buses and Anton was miserable because he was so worried about me and we just decided fuck it, let's go home. We were going to have to rush through Bolivia (like not even stopping in a single town rush, not just hurry) and only go to two places in Argentina and also we were only going to be able to spend one night at lake Titicaca and rush through Machu Picchu and it was just so shitty. So, we bought tickets home! PLUS we're going to sign up for the Inca Trail in March, which is a 4 day hike INTO Machu Picchu that's supposed to be AMAZING that you have to book 6 months in advance, and PLUS ALSO we still have our return tickets from Buenos Aires, so we have to go back and do Peru, Bolivia, and Argentina, and do them right. So I think it worked out for the best.

Anyways, upon deciding this we went and i ate spaghetti and Anton ate pizza and SALCHIPAPAS, which are AWESOME little sausage guys cut up and mixed with french fries. Such a great duo.

That night we did more wandering and such, we found a good bar for happy hour that night and had a few drinks. Well I had a few drinks, Anton had a few more. We also made friends with the bartenders Grainne and Rob, who are now my facebook friends. Very exciting stuff, people.

Sunday we returned to said bar. AND it was a drunken FEST on Anton's part, I was designated caretaker. He was so drunk, it was fabulous. We met this cool girl Gemma from Australia who we talked to for hours and hours about tons of offensive topics, and her ex boyfriend who she was traveling with (weird right?) Daniel and their red haired dude friend whose name I forget. Anton got so drunk he could barely walk and was passionately arguing with me about whether the plaza we were in (we'd walked there with our Aussie friends so they could club and we could go home), was in fact, the main plaza (it was). He was determined we were very far away (our hostel was like a block away from the main plaza) and kept trying to take a taxi and shit. All these drug dealers were swarming us going "Weed? Weed? Weed? Cocaine? Weed? Weed?" And I'm like HE CAN BARELY WALK I DON'T THINK HE NEEDS ANY FUCKING WEED. And Anton is rambling trying to ask them if it's Plaza De Las Armas, and they say yes and then he's like "NO! No! It's not here, but HERE *pointing far away as the drug dealers shake their heads in confusion*" I finally convinced him that I knew where we were going and got him home. It was spectacular.

The next day we began the dumbest flight itinerary in the history of man.

Cuzco to Lima.
Lima to Houston.
Houston to Mexico City.
Mexico City to Houston.
Houston to Phoenix.

Yeah. That's right. We went to Mexico City for NO REASON. But those two extra flights saved us A THOUSAND DOLLARS. I just CAN'T figure out why the airlines are losing so much money a year? SO strange.

Anyways, so we're home and I went Wednesday and got my teeth worked on and the one had a splinter broken off all the way to the root so I'm gonna get that crowned in a few weeks but they didn't want to do it now because they don't want to strain my jaw. Which is still sore. So Tramadol is still being a very good friend.

When we got home I was SO happy to see Drew at the airport and then so happy to see my parents and brother and lauren and then LIKE THE HAPPIEST IN THE WORLD to see my son, Crooked Tail, and wednesday we just layed around all day (except the dentist appt) which was wonderful and then last night I got wings and got to drink 50 cent coronas and see my bff's Chuck and Trevor and yeah, it's good to be home, though I already miss my travels.

If we weren't already planning our next bout of travels I don't think I could take it, it's already the light at the end of another tunnel for me. So, until March, I guess this guy is about closed up. I'll probably put some pictures on here I guess, but I've got to figure out a good way to get them all together because I have over 1600 of them so I'm trying to decide how I want to go about it. Maybe a website or jut buzznet or something...we'll see.

In closing, South America and Central America kick complete ass. I can't wait to go back.