Room at the Inn

May 20th, 2012 Comments Off on Room at the Inn

I would never plan to arrive in a foreign country in the wee hours after midnight, find a cab to drive around dark, quiet streets (somewhat lost) for an hour to a hotel that was not expecting arrivals at 2:00 a.m., and for which we did not have a reservation. But that’s exactly what we did!

I wasn’t thinking everything through when I reserved our room in Lima, and just entered our arrival date into the online form for the hotel. So, our reservation technically started on the right day, but we were way too early for it; I should have reserved the room for our SF departure date, even though we wouldn’t be checking in until after midnight.

Oh well. We’re lucky there was an empty room! And it’s a good thing we’re not hot headed people and were relatively calm when told, “I don’t have a reservation for you.” At 2:00 a.m. In a foreign place.

It’s a very cool artist’s mansion, or “casona,” in the bohemian Barranco neighborhood; the guesthouse is full of art and there’s a sculpture garden that wraps around the building. Our room overlooks the ocean from our position on a cliff.

The sky is Lima’s winter white layer of fog and atmospheric in a melancholic sort of way. The fog is called “garĂșa” and Herman Melville commented on it in Moby Dick as, “the strangest, saddest city thou can’st see.”

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