A thick fog enveloped us on May 20th as our plane touched down in Lima, only a few hundred yards from the Pacific Ocean. For a Peruvian living in Lima, it was a foggy morning like any other, but for a couple of foreigners the warm desert fog seemed glaringly out of place. But Lima was just out of reach as we longingly gazed out towards the muted skyline from the airport, both of us wishing to be anywhere else in Peru but at the airport at six in the morning.Three hours, an uncomfortable nap, and one insanely sweet, Bubble-Yum flavored Inka Cola Light later, our plane soared into the air to our final destination: Arequipa. The White City.
