Back in the USSA

I didn't have a chance to write about all the things Renee and I saw in Peru. There were so many cool things! I will try to go back and write a miniseries about those things, but at the moment it doesn't feel right. It makes more sense to me to write about what has been going on since I got back.
We flew back to the States on June 5th. After a nearly sleepless night at our posh hostel in la plaza de San Martin (the drivers blew their horns all night, plus anxiety about traveling), we took a cab to the airport at about 8:30 am. The driver had an English music mix on, and I wish I knew the names/artists that played, and that I'd written the lyrics down. Anyway, all of the songs were about having a great time and having to say goodbye. Lower lips quivered in the back seat. Hysterical laugh bursts ensued. We were sad to be going.
We were supposed to get in at 11 pm, but ended up missing our connection because of Spirit airlines and their bullshit scheduling. Who gives people on an international flight one hour to get through customs and security and to their next flight? In addition to that stupidity, their computer system had gone down. We waited at customs for two hours and made it up to the check in, where gobs of people stood in a big crowd complaining while a Spirit airlines employee yelled out passengers' names without a microphone to give them their boarding passes. It was ugly. Uglier things happened, too, like when I wasn't allowed to pass two women with tiny dogs in the security line, even though I asked them nicely and their flight was in two hours and mine had probably left half an hour ago. I hope they had a terrible flight. Anyway, long story short, we slept on the airport floor and flew from Ft. Lauderdale to New York to Myrtle Beach the next morning. Stupid.
I spent the few days back at my parents' house, hanging out and eating really good Mexican food. Shout out to El Camino Real on the corner of Spring Garden and Market Street in Greensboro. Que rico! Then on Sunday I went back to Asheville and reunited with my sweet boyfriend, who had cleaned the house and everything. We went to Cumberland Island off the southern coast of Georgia for the next weekend, an island with a maritime forest filled with live oaks, palms, lizards, armadillos, deer, and feral horses. Only 120 people are allowed on the island at a time, and you can camp under the canopy, hike (we tried to do this, but it was so hot and muggy that it was a miserable task, and we didn't make it to far), explore the ruins of Nathanael Greene's (shoutout Greensboro!) house there and the old Carnegie mansion, look at the wildlife, and swim/play on the beach. It was very relaxing. You should go.
I'm writing in the Pack Place library in Asheville (reminiscent of my days in Peru in internet cafes, but bigger and with less computer viruses). I find it easier to write away from home. There's more to come, but I have to get back to my car before a parking ticket finds its way to my windshield. Oh, American life.