I know this is probably old news but I absolutely love this video and just wanted to share it. It's interesting to see a country as a brand but apparently PromPeru believes that Peru can be marketed in such a way. What are your thoughts on this approach and what could it mean for the future of tourism for cities and countries?
Some photos from the popular cajón festival that takes place every year in Lima to celebrate the lively and upbeat percussion sounds of the wooden cajón (it's basically a box with a hole in the back, simple yet wonderful). The event is amazing because it's open to anyone who is a fan of the instrument and provides a great experience for those learning or experienced to gather and play. This year had a great turnout, though smaller than the previous years.
All the photos were also posted on Living in Peru.com
That's right, I was at work yesterday when we received a phone call from RPP news (a national radio station for those who don't know), who were interested in interviewing some Americans to get their perspective on the recent death of long sought after terrorist, Osama Bin Laden. At 11:45 they showed up at the office and with a microphone and camera in hand began their brief interviews. The whole thing happened fairly quickly, one by one they interviewed us and got our opinions on the subject and then it was over. Personally I didn't really expect to make the final cut since I didn't look directly into the camera but surprisingly I did.
My voice sounds awful when it's recorded for audio or video but there's not much I can do about that.
UPDATE: after watching the video myself I just realized how lame my responses were...yeesh!
Anyways here is the video
Just like all over the world Peru being a very religious, like many Latin American countries, has been celebrating the holy week and boy has there been a turn out. Downtown (Cercado) Lima was literally packed with thousands of devote (at least during the religious holidays, that is) Catholics who flooded the streets on Good Friday to take part in the tradition of visiting seven churches, a holiday that commemorates the crucifixion of Jesus Christ, including his death at Calvary. Here are just a few of the photos that were taken yesterday I traveled with Zdenka to visit some of these churches.
Today marked the first day of a long over due vacation (granted it's unpaid), with plans of nothing more to do than lying around the house watching movies and hanging out with my family. In theory it seemed like a fail proof plan with little that could possibly get in the way, but boy was I wrong. Yesterday, after having finished my last class for the week I headed off home as quickly as possible to meet up with the wife and child who had been eagerly awaiting my arrival. Wednesday afternoon and evening were amazingly relaxing and it was nice to spend some much needed time with Rosemary, who seemed more than content with being carried around while she gazed up at here obscure yet vivid surroundings.
Night came and Zdenka and I (like a couple of medical residents) working in shifts took one our new routine of caring for Rosemary's needs. A process that was not willfully excepted at first by my part and which had to endure the harsh assimilation of my duties. Though a short time has passed since Rosemary has entered this world the night shift still remains difficult for those who covet sleep and like any other night we spent it waking up at odd yet synchronized hours to change diapers and feed the baby. Everything up until 0400 hours was going well right to the moment where Rosemary out of nowhere let out a large shriek which quickly evolved into a loud (ear-piercing) and sharp cry, one which seemed to be unstoppable. Now I'm new to this baby/fathering stuff so my experience at this point in handling such situations is as limited as a security guards during a bank robbery. I look over at Zdenka who lies lifeless next to me, her attempts to play dead throughout the night has been interpreted as code for "your turn". Realizing I am on my own I quickly pick up Rosemary who is flailing her little body like crazy, I employ my method of swaddling while walking around which seems to work at first until I make the premature move of placing her back in the crib before she is fully asleep, she cries again.
For the next five hours this would be the scene, where baby would cry, one of the parents would get up in their ogrish and drowsy state to pick up the baby, a comforting method would be executed, the baby would suspend crying (an enticing trap for the parents), parent would foolishly place the baby back in bed, said parent would quietly tip toe back in to bed where they would flop down lifelessly onto it, baby would resume crying shortly after, and rinse and repeat. A stressful and daunting situation for the noob parents as tensions run high and the will of an adult is crushed leaving them crying pitifully in the corner while the rock themselves for comfort. By the time the sun had risen both of us were exhausted and defeated as the baby who apparently could not be consoled continued her rain of terror. Another hour went by and suddenly there was silence in the house, an almost eery silence that left us unsure what to do, terrified to trust our instinct and take advantage of the situation. There she lied in her mothers arms, resting peacefully, like an angel she smiles and the tension is cut, Rosemary is gently placed in her crib and with no words exchanged both of us veered off into separate rooms to enjoy the comfort of a bed all to ourselves.
Not being able to sleep I managed to take a few photos with my camera and grabbed a quick peek of Zdenka curled in a ball under the covers of the bed in the next room, not even an earthquake could have pulled that woman out sleep. After that rest became the decree of the day as everyone took to sleep in their own respected beds, so as not to disturb each other. Hours went by and soon a refreshed family emerged with an insatiable hunger which was dealt with by visiting a local cevicheria just a few blocks down the street.
Being the holy week and all, fish was the preferred item for a late lunch and was well received. The place we ate (of which I can't remember the name) had a wonderful open environment and great service but what really made it a winner was the high quality of the food. We ordered two popular favorites one being Tiradito tres tiempos (a dish of thinly fileted fish cooked ceviche style and served under a blanket of three popular pepper sauces), and the other fried calamari.
The rest of the day has been rather relaxing and I am confident that last nights experience has definitely put some hair on both our chests in regards to child rearing.
I may just very well be participating in this competition since it would be my first time competing in a photography event. Those of you who are in Peru and are photographers should definitely consider competing in this event. The deadline for submissions is June 15th and must be sent to Centro de la Imagen located on Av. 28 de Julio in Miraflores. If you are interested checkout the rules on their website here.
I saw this video on Facebook today and wasn't the least bit surprised at what I saw. The video is old (posted in 2008) and shows just how bad traffic can get in the capital city of Peru. There may be laws that supposedly enforce traffic but when the police don't even follow them how can you expect the general public to take them seriously.
