From Snow to Palm Trees

Jim and I arrived in Lima, Peru tonight. Outside my open window the palm trees are rustling in the balmy breeze. Once we arrived at our guest house from the airport, both Jim and I traded our jeans, sweaters, and coats for shorts, t-shirts, and sandals. Coming to Peru while New York is covered in snow was definitely a quality life decision.

Rewinding back to Monday night, Jim and I boarded a bus to NYC. We then took two trains to JFK airport, where we spent the night. Since we knew we had 12 hours to spend in the airport we rode the airport train past all the terminals to see which one we liked the best. Terminal 1 fit our fancy, so we hung out there until midnight, when we were asked to move to Terminal 4 because the guards wanted to close Terminal 1. Jim and I took turns sleeping on a bench that had pads while the other one read, ate, and watched our baggage. Morning came and we saw precipitation through the windows. We, however, took off at 10:45 am and have no more knowledge of the weather in NY. Nor do we really care as we sit beside our open window and listen to the palm trees rustling in the wind.