and the minute I saw these photos, the minute I thought of writing something, maybe parallel this Istanbul to my Lyon family: the similes, the metaphos, the analogies, the descriptions, the hypocatastasis, or maybe perpendicular it to my Moscow family: los diptongos, los dieresis, los acentos, los cambios de fuerza, los tonos... pero no... don´t want to get sentimental again, so I´ll jusdt sit back and enjoy the pics, the pics of 3 years and 3 families.. lucky me.. and at my 3 days in Perú, I´m still lucky, you´ll see as I write the accomplished:
seco con frejoles, chilcano de guinda, pisco, caldo de gallina, chifa, una butifarra, pan con chicharrón, tacu-tacu, un miguelón, arroz con pollo, one granadilla, half a mango, thirty four ciruelas & enough Inca-Kola for a total blood transfussion....;)
