Here I am sitting in the hostel that Simon and I stayed in last night.  I am very grateful that we were able to find it!

Our flight got into Lima airport at 10 P.M. Eastern Time, then commenced the struggle of getting our bags, hailing a taxi, and finding a place to stay.  The first two objectives were no problem, however the third gave us a bit of trouble considering we had made no reservations.  In the airport, we met an American named Andy who was from Louisiana.  Andy told us about a nice, cheap hostel that he had booked, so we decided to split a cab-fare and try our luck.  The cab driver, named Caesar, took us to MiraFlores were the hostel was located.  Along the way we chatted and practiced our Spanish.  Unfortunately, when we reached the hostel it was completely booked.  We happened to run into two young English ladies who had been backpacking and traveling throughout Peru and Bolivia for the past month.  They too had been turned down the room, so we decided to stick together and find another place to stay.  We walked to two different hostels, both full, until they gave us the contact for a third that had space.  In the meantime, we walked around MiraFlores with our heavy backpacks and talked about Peru.  Finally, we arrived to a hostel with a nice room and two bunk-beds.  It was also equipped with hot showers, flush toilets, and Internet.

After checking in and putting down our bags, we went back out to find a bite to eat and a drink.  We ate some half-decent sandwiches at a small shop before it closed; it was nice to put some food in our bellies, regardless of the quality.  Afterwards, we retired to our beds and slept until 9 A.M.  Now, we are showered, packed, and ready to go stay at Simon's godmother