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Welcome. If you’ve stumbled onto this page, you probably know me as PeruGuy —the gringo who traded his office chair for a chullo and hasn’t shut up about ceviche since 2018.

This account is proof that Peru doesn't just grow on you—it rewires you.

Day of the Dead. Went to the cemetery in Ayacucho. A mariachi played Contigo Perú while a family painted their abuelo’s tombstone. I cried into my pan de muerto .

This account isn’t just a travel log. It’s a ledger. A confession. A love letter to the land of the Incas. I landed in Lima on a cold June morning with zero Spanish, a broken suitcase, and a Lonely Planet that was already three years out of date. My plan was simple: stay two weeks, see Machu Picchu, go home. PeruGuy-s Account

Ask me anything. Where to get the best jugo de aguaje in Iquitos? Done. How to avoid altitude sickness without spending $40 on Diamox? Drink the coca tea, don't be a hero.

Trying to explain causa rellena to my mom back in Ohio. "So it's like a cold potato casserole with chicken salad, but also yellow pepper?" She hung up. Final Entry (For Now) Peru isn’t for everyone. The altitude will humble you. The traffic will rage you. The bureaucracy will make you scream into a pillow.

Next week: “Why I spent $200 on alpaca sweaters and don’t regret a single sol.” ¡Hasta luego, causita! Welcome

But if you open an account here—if you deposit your patience, your curiosity, and your appetite—the interest rate is infinite.

Somewhere between getting lost in the San Pedro Market in Cusco and watching the sunrise over the Rainbow Mountain, I realized I wasn't a tourist anymore. I was a resident of the magic.

Yes, I know my accent is terrible. Yes, I still get excited about Inca Kola . Thank you for letting me stay. Recent Entries from PeruGuy’s Account Oct 12, 2024: Just paid 2 soles for a single plastic bag at Wong. The eco-guilt is real. The convenience is realer. Day of the Dead

That was six years ago.

— (a.k.a. Greg from Minnesota, but don't call me that here)