It is of absolutely no surprise to anybody who claims to know me, that I'm not someone who is close to their family and I would rather distance myself from pretty much anybody and that social interactions exhaust me on a daily basis to the point in which I either stay at home for great lenghts of time, or I vanish to somewhere relatively unreachable.

My trip to Cusco was one of those instances in which I felt like following my gut and decided to disappear for a few months. Contemplations of getting a job and settling in the Andean city of the Incas was a recurrent thought before going to sleep and quite frankly I was about to do so. However, I felt like I was still unprepared to take the responsibilities of the adult world. Independence does not come easy, so after thinking it through, I decided it was time for me to go home, in Callao.