It’s June 4, and that means winter here in Lima. Back in northern Florida, where we lived for six years, I’d be wearing short and turning on the AC this time of year. Strange to be pulling out the winter jackets and wool pants, but I have to: Lima esta frio! (Did I mention? None of the houses here has central heating. It’s like centuries of building practices have passed the country by.) To stay warm, Limenos pile on layers of shirts and chompas. The stores are full of them now, made of alpaca and sheep’s wool. The big department store Sagafallabella is pushing chompas like crazy.  When you walk in the entrance…