Our one-day stop in Lima proved interesting and tiring. The owner of our hostel sat us down with a map and showed us many fantastic places to go with lots of recommendations--especially for food. This was awesome, plus his name was Frances, but we were all in dire need of naps, so a bit prolonged. The best part was though, that everytime he told us of a new food he would say "You will put it in your mouth, and you will lovvveee it!" (He turned out to be right, too).
I'm finding my Spanish can get us by just fine, and we've learned from guidebooks Laura brought to negotiate a price to our destination BEFORE entering the cab. This didn't stop our first cabbie from trying to rip us off--we had set a price of 6 Solis to get to a restaurant for lunch, and upon arriving, he demanded 15, which I refused to agree too. We were in a bit of a bind, because we only had 10's as our smallest bills. Finally, after me stating several times "Ud. dice NUNCA quince!" He gave me 2 solis change for my 10. He also seemed to be saying that it was a fake 10, but I was like, "Yo recibo del banco esta manana!" haha, anyway, paying 8 for a 6 solis ride did not seem bad after that.
We went to lunch at a place Catia recommended to me as well as our hostel owner. El Bolivariano in Pueblo Libre was fantastico! We had cepiche as well as a lot of other seafood and some potato and yucca that were great, and of course, some pisco sours. After lunch we visited Plaza Mayor and I talked to some policemen because they were everywhere; apparently there had been some protests recently, and we were right by the Palcacio de Gobierno, but I couldn't really understand all they said.
We took a tour in English of la iglesia de San Francisco, which has Catacombs where over 25,000 people are thought to be buried from the Fransiscan era. There were also hundereds of people waiting outside for, from what I could discern from asking a few people, was some kind of workers conference or organizing. We made a quick stop at Plaza St. Martin, then got a cab to an ocean-view park

called "Parqe de Amor", yes, the Love Park, which was a wonderful place to stop at around 5:30 (remember it is winter here; the sun sets early). People were hanggliding (or maybe it was paragliding) and the ocean view was spectacular. The park also had a long wall that looked mosaic with several phrases about love painted on it. Of course, there were several people making out, which was cliche but, admittedly, pretty cute all the same. The picture is of a huge statue of two people making out, haha, I love it.
We meandered for awhile, and a bought a stocking hat (tuke for you Canadians) with Apacas (small llamas) on it from an artesan market. We ate at a small Vegetarian restaurant en Miraflores, but I waited to get dessert at a different place on our walk back to the hostel. We had 3 different desserts, and I remember none of the names right now, except one may have been Cimmayo (I am slaughterhing that). We leave for the airport to fly to Arequipa in 30 minutes. I think we are skipping Puno for an extra day there.
Oh and it is Independence Day here on 28 de Julio, so there are flags everywhere; red and white; very fun!