Plaza de Armas.... every city in SA has one:)
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I awoke in a strange place that morning. I had been dreaming of home, and as I awoke, I realized that I was no longer at home, no longer in the States, but was in Peru. I opened my eyes to view the surroundings I had only glanced at upon my arrival that night. I heard movements in the room and went to investigate finding my friend's aunt, uncle, cousin, great-aunt all awaiting my appearance:) Immediately, the phone rang, and it was my friend wanting to know how my flight was and if I was doing all right. His mom rang after, and she wanted to know the same as well as when I would be arriving in Arequipa. My friend's family was wonderful, and they immediately decided to take me to see the changing of the guard which is located downtown by the Plaza de Armas. Not only did I get to experience the changing of the guard, but I also experienced a protest, a little machismo, and the chance to see an absolutely beautiful church.
As I watched the high-kicking soldiers moving quickly across the palace grounds, I couldn't help by try and kick up my own leg to see if I could manage to bring my legs up as high as they magically brought their own. To my dismay, I almost fell in the attempt:) Posters of Machu Picchu hung over the palace as well as around the city as Peru celebrated its new wonder of the world! Guards surrounded the plaza as did armored cars. I would discover later as we walked through the downtown area and encountered a rather large protest group of teachers, that they were gathering as a result of the protests occuring throughout the city as well as throughout the country.
I was dropped off at a cathedral, and decided to join a Spanish tour group along the way in order to gain more of an understanding of the Catholic Church and the Peruvian people. The building is outstanding. The ornate details and breathtaking beauty astounded me as I followed the guide through tunnels and across the paths leading to the saints gathered at the sides. I'm fascinated by the beliefs of the people. I'm trying to understand why the people pray to the saints. I find myself perplexed, especially knowing that the saints are only human beings who are immortal beings.
As I exited the cathedral, I gazed around me and found that it was a perfect time to people watch. I sauntered across the street towards the fountain and found that millions of pidgeons had arrived. A little boy scattered to and fro as he played amidst the pidgeons, laughing happily as they formed a path for him.