¿Me estás jodiendo?

Here it is, what, nearly a year since our trip to Argentina. Ten days of having to drag together Spanish phrases for even the simplest requests. Ten days of not being able to find a proper breakfast beyond croissants and coffee. Ten days of wondering why bidets are given the ability to propel water all the way to the ceiling.

We're doing it again.

This time, however, Peru is the name of the game. We got rocking cheap tickets down there on South America's TACA airline, which I'm hoping doesn't stand for Take Another Competent Airline. We get to stop over in such lovely destinations as San Salvador, El Salvador and San Jose, Costa Rica. I've never been to Central America, and I don't think that airline stopovers count, but oh well. We'll try to do something exotic in our short time there.

Now. Peru. I think that most of my readers are already aware of the fact that we're going, but here's some fun facts that you probably didn't know:

• We'll be in Cuzco, Peru on New Year's Eve -- we might even be at Machu Picchu itself.
• It will be a full moon, and as such we plan on paying the $10 extra to visit Machu Picchu at night.
• We intend on trying one of the most beloved native Andean dishes -- cuy, or roasted guinea pig. Settle down. I reckon it will taste like chicken. More likely, rabbit. They're very closely related.
• Peru's national drink? Yes please! But probably only once. It's called a pisco sour -- pisco (a regional brandy made of Quebranta or Muscat grapes), lemon (green or yellow following the tastes), egg whites, and liquid cane sugar. It's the egg whites that get me here. Really? Can I have that to wash down my cuy?
• Yes, I will be buying one of those stripy alpaca wool hats with the ear flaps. Duh.

So there you have it. In an effort to help everyone understand how undeniably cool this will be, I've put together a picture of what our New Year's Eve will likely look like. But probably not.