I don’t know what made me think of this but I did. I had a bad dream the other day about losing someone. Someone I thought I’d have in my life forever. The dream, though dark and sad, made me remember a trip I had. It was a trip to Lima, Peru.
I would have never of done the trip in my life, but I was trying to marry a beautiful Peruvian girl at the time. The trip changed my life. I say this a lot on my page that the things I’ve done have changed me in some way. I think they all amaze me because of the person I once was. I used to be scared of everything. Now I’ve climbed mountain peaks, traveled to foreign lands and trained with professional fighters. It has shown me that only fear could hold me back.
The fear:
The fear I had in Peru had to do with two items. I was asking for someone to marry me and I was traveling into the unknown. Two things I’ve never had to do or thought I’d get the chance to do. I was nervous because of the language barrier, because of customs and the plane travel, and for going alone. Just like any change it’s the initial step that scares us the most. When I finally stepped off the plane my eyes were opened.
The result:
The result was world changing. I had the best ceviche I’ve ever had in my life. The cheapest and best sushi I’ve ever had. The food was rich and strong, It made you appreciate every bite. I got to see a world I’d never dreamed of seeing. I remember the mall with escalators stacked up with multiple floors beneath us. With thousands of people bustling around. The movie theater with the slanted floors steep like that of a cliff. The driving, a controlled chaos of people making the rules at every intersection. The speed they would hit and the slowing for speed bumps the only thing they abided by. I remember the ocean was beautiful and vast. Blue and gold rays danced across the surface as the sun settled. The cliff that jutted out from the city. An outdoor mall and local farmers market. Stores with all the food items you could ask for bustling with people and life. You could feel the cultural difference but it was all just, human. I was nervous. Nervous to make a mistake. Nervous, she’d say no. Nervous I’d be lost in the sea of uncertainty. What I made however was memories I’ll never forget.
It’s been almost a year now since this trip happened. I wanted to write it down so I never forget the little details. I’ll probably never be back to Peru. Things didn’t work out like I had planned. Now I set down my golf ball. Pick out my driver and get ready to swing. Things didn’t go as planned. I’m no longer nervous for change, no longer scared of the results.
Things didn’t go as planned, they almost never do. Forever in my heart Lima, Peru.
Housed and Fed 