Today was a great day to just lounge and shop in Cusco until I had to catch the early afternoon flight. By the time I got to the airport in Lima I was starving. So, I did as the Americans do and waited in line at the McDonalds. I was unaware of the South American line standing rules which are you literally need to stand on top of the person in front of you or you are not considered to be waiting in line. Poor Gringa. Blondie got cut... twice. Blondie got picked on again right before boarding my flight.
If there is one thing I dislike about traveling, it is checking my bag. It seems as though every time I do it gets lost and I end up wearing someone else's clothes for days. The lady at the counter insisted my bag was too large for the over head bin and forced me to check it after many long conversations of protest on my behalf. I even protested more immaturely when I noticed "Gringa's" bag was about half the size of many Latinos on board. I realized quickly that I was fighting a losing battle and allowed the woman to check it. Poor Fletcher I believe he did in fact listen to me bitch about it for the duration of our almost 4 hour illuminated flight. Upon my arrival in Santiago two bags were circling the carousel.
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