Back in town ... but not for long

Regarding Peru: a fascinating week, especially for a white upper-middle class South American woman. I just can't summarize such a life changing experience in a couple of paragraphs so it will have to wait until I have more time. Lets just say I've come back a tad more radical.

I returned last Sunday, after a long trip. I had 3 hours between flights in Miami and I almost missed my flight to NY. That's how long it took me to clear immigration, customs and security. I got home around 1 PM and put together a brunch for Quique, Dani (another of M.A.'s brothers - I am starting to refer to all of them as the Daltons, although there are 5 of them, not 4) and Pamen and when they left I slept all through the afternoon and the night till Monday morning. The rest of the week was almost all too much work and dinners with Quique, until Thursday night, the night of Dolly Parton's show at the Radio City. It was great. All the boys were there (I had no idea she was such a gay icon), so many of them you had to wonder who was left in Chelsea to mind the shop. She is just adorable and her voice is amazing. I am so grateful to Marc for acting as my cultural attaché because in a very short time I have seen three amazing older women (Mimi Weddell, Cindy Lauper and Dolly Parton) who march to the beat of their own drums, and it is such a refreshing thing, after all those sad sad women at the Real Housewives of Orange County and the likes.

This weekend I managed to stay holed up both Saturday and Sunday. Saturday Joi called, she was coming to Manhattan to see a Broadway show with Nicole (Joi and Nicole are two girls I met in Lima), but then it got too late and we took a rain check. Today Vivian came for lunch and stayed for dinner. We did nothing except watch The Office and Desperate Housewives on the Net. A perfect day.

I was now watching a documentary on the Children of God sect. I've already seen parts of it before, it's mostly about Ricky's ("Davidito") murder/suicide. Amazingly, I remember members of the sect proselytizing on the streets of Paris, I remember Faith, one of them, I remember the pamphlets and I remember almost going to a meeting. They looked so awesome and innocent back then. What I did not remember was that River Phoenix had been raised in this cult. Usually his family is described as a family of "missionaries", not lunatics (although one could argue there really isn't that much of a difference between the two terms).

A new week starts tomorrow. A busy week and then on the 14th I am off to Spain. My life does not suck.