First contact with Lima
In the life, there are moments you lived, things you saw that you know you'll never forget. My first sight of Lima is one of those. Actually I came first 3 years ago, but I didn't get out of the Limas airport, I caught a fliht to Arequipa. This time, 10 monthes ago, I did.
After living in France for 27 years, mi eyes were used to see an environment clean, secure, more or less arranged and more than all rich. Just going out the plane, i had a shock. A huge shock. The kind of feeling that can make you wish to go back in the plane, or, like I felt, go ahead and explore this new environment. I wanted to go to live abroad to feel this difference, The less that I can say is that I've got what I wanted. Its was a strange feeling, because absolutely all is different, but not so much: I mean there are still streets, cars, houses, people walking, that kind of things. But streets, cars, houses, people are differents. The weather is different, the airport is different, EVERYTHING CHANGES! The common detail to everything is the feeling of beeing in a poor country (I hate to say that); cars are not brand new, houses are not all painted and a lot of people can't wear with the latest fashion. Roads are not covered with a perfect asphalt, and the driving infractionss are normals, even when a cop is supervising.
From this moment, I knew that I would live something great, unforgettabe, but that it would not be so easy to adapt myself.
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