On the way to the airport, I caught a last few photos, featuring Perú at its best. From the moto-taxis to the hoards of traffic to the infants on motorcycles, there are some things I won’t miss. Mom and I joined the crowd in the airport, waiting for the place to officially open. Our plane didn’t leave until 8:30 PM, so we just hung out in the lobby, reading and sweltering to death along with all the others. We got through security as soon as we were allowed to, with minimal suitcase debacles, and waited outside our gate in an area that mercifully had AC. Our connection in Lima required collecting our baggage and running out of and back into the airport again, but we made it to the flight. There were extra security checks before we could board because the flight was heading into the US. In Texas, we had to go to baggage claim yet again, then through customs. We found our gate and waited another small eternity for our flight to Cleveland. All in all, we were in transit for 23 hours, but seeing my dad, sister, brother, and dog at the end made it all worth it. Home sweet home. Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!