Ever since I was a little kid, I've wanted to go to Peru. Ever since my Dad was a little kid, he's wanted to go to Peru. My Mom kinda got dragged to Peru when we packed our bags and left for South America. It was a trip full of ups and downs, full of 'ooh's and 'aah's, but also of the occasional 'oh crap' and 'ah fuck'. In my three amazing weeks in Peru, I

• ate an alpaca
• drank a frog
• wrote a Belgian-Dutch dictionary
• got food poisoning from pigs in a blanket that called themselves eggrolls
• almost won a music quiz from a musician
• talked about Emperor Kuzco with Peruvians from Cusco
• raced the sun and chased the ocean
• went sandboarding
• stalked condors with my camera
• took the worst selfie in the history of selfies, with my Dad
• tried eating guinea pig and hated it
• chewed coca leaves
• walked, crawled and barely survived the Inka Trail
• got stuck in a traffic jam on the Panamericana Highway
• took over 550 pictures
• became an expert at using Frech toilets, aka holes in the ground
• danced to Gangam Style in a bus full of people
• became friends with a Belgian girl who could do an amazing imitation of a baby lama

I've got tons of stories to tell, lots of pictures to show. But right now I'm in France, secretly stealing Wi-Fi from restaurants and coffeeshops. When I get home I'm going to bombard you with Peru posts.
And to everyone who commented on my previous posts: thank you :D you deserve a big piece of digital cake! I love you for commenting and as soon as I get access to a desktop (I hate blogging on my smartphone) I'm going to answer each and every comment!