In Lima. With love?

After getting through immigration, I had to retrieve my bag to go through customs and then check in again to continue my domestic flight. While waiting for my bag I realize that I have lost my jacket. Good job! Just barely landed and already loosing things. I abandoned my place in the line to go looking for it and managed to get the security staff involved in my worries about my jacket. Unfortunately without results. So I resumed my place waiting impatiently for my luggage when I see a security counter across the hall with something that looks very much like my jacket lying on the counter. Win! Thank you security man for finding my jacket.

My bag was not so successful. It arrived very late. By the time I had cleared customs I had already missed my continuing flight, but they rebooked me to a later one. At first I was kind of upset, stressed out after having tried to rush to my flight, feeling dirty and sweating. When I passed through security the official called me “Miss Bonita” which I really didn't feel like at all at the moment.

But after having freshened myself up in the bathroom, changed to clean clothes and found a functioning Wi-Fi life is not so bad. I am in Lima, I can see a palm tree from here and my plane will leave in a bit over an hour.