An American in Lima

Lola had an eventful morning. El Fotografo and I took her for a long stroll along the Malecón in Miraflores, overlooking the ocean, and in the course of one and a half hours she met:

her longlost mother
her longlost father
author Mario Vargas Llosa.

We had been walking for an hour when we ran into Pepa. The eerie thing about [...]

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This post originally appeared on August 9, 2008. I like the piece so I’m running it again while I’m on vacation.

Es hembrita?
That’s the first question Peruvians ask me when I’m out walking Lola. It doesn’t matter if the person is male or female, young or old, with dog or without. Nine times out of ten, [...]

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Lola in the front seat, Miraflores

We took Lola on an hour-and-a-half walk along the Malecon in Miraflores last week. By the end we all were pooped, so we hailed a cab and convinced the driver to take the four of us back home to San Antonio.
Lola sat in the front with El Fotografo, squeezed into [...]

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