Mom and I made Lomo Saltado for dinner tonight. My favorite Peruvian dish, Lomo Saltado consists of beef tips, tomatoes, red peppers, onions, and garlic- stir-fried in a mixture of soy sauce, cumin, and vinegar, and served on top of french fries. We tried to make patacones (plantains, fried, smashed, and fried again) to go with it, but they didn't turn out. Served it with white rice, and I drank my last Inca Kola.
Other than the patacones, the food was delicious. It took me back to those nights at Los Rosales, talking and laughing in a flowing mixture of Spanish and English, and loving with my whole heart. I know that statement seemed really out of place, in this random "here's what happened today" post, but I don't really care. It's true. I miss it so much.
Naturally, the dinnertime conversation was on Peru, and I finally got up the nerve to ask Dad about going early. He responded pretty positively, said we can talk about it. Since it wasn't a flat out no, that makes me hopeful! I would have to raise at least half of the money by myself, but I swear, I won't buy anything except gas from now until then if it means I can go early!
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