The least Peruvian thing we could have done

Meat. Giant piles of meat. And MTV from the Eighties.

Last night began as most of our adventures do: with the pursuit of food. The plan was to head to a place in south Trujillo called El Uruguayo, a place with a reputation for large portions of tasty barbeque. We suited up for the outing, as the weather in Trujillo is quite mild and pants were required, and caught a taxi. I started out by incorrectly calling the restaurant El Urugayano, a subtle but important difference. But I had the address so it should have been fine. That is, if Lonely Planet had done their research better.

Peru - Where is the colon on this keyboard?

After more than six years, I have returned to Latin America. The original jaunt through Nicaragua and Costa Rica in 2004 was the first real taste of my only true addiction - travel. A relatively sober period (discounting the camera addiction) in Edmonton led to falling off the wagon and a six month bender through the US and UK in 2010. But now I'm back to my travel roots - espanol, cafe con leche, and delicious, delicious carbohydrates. Bread with your rice? Yes, please.