By Sara Spock
Standing
at the baggage claim of the Lima
International Airport,
I was determined to avoid the eye of the man who was staring. He was dressed in
a cream-colored linen suit with a brazen yellow shirt, unbuttoned to reveal
thick black hair. He flicked ashes to the ground and walked toward me. His face
passed just inches from mine as he grabbed his leather suitcase off the
conveyor. Tipping his hat, he said, “Adios, gringa,” and walked off. I was sure he slipped something into my
carry-on, something to sneak through customs.
I was
a naïve 19 year old, on foreign soil for the first time in my life. I often
think back, wishing I could whisper words of advice into my untested ears.
While
border-hopping, don’t carry fresh puffed cereal despite how crunchy and delicious
it is. Peruvian border guards are edgy and like excuses to search bags. When
they search your bags, if your best friend is smuggling whiskey for the bus
driver in exchange for a free ride, it’s probably best not to argue with the
guards. They carry real guns and will toss you into jail. Please stay out of
Peruvian jails. They smell like urine, cigarettes, and beer-soaked sheep.
Instead, try slipping a five into your passport. When he opens your passport,
smile and say, “Gracias por su ayuda!” Ask if he ever plans to visit America. Smile.
If you’re traveling through the Peruvian-Bolivian border and you don’t have the
appropriate paperwork, sing. The Copacabana guards like Barry Manilow and
single dollar bills. Don’t waste a five on them. Better yet, don’t forget your
paperwork.
Chile is beautiful, but sleeping in the park in any foreign country is foolish.
Drunks and dogs roam at night, forcing you and your french fries to sit in a
tree. When a drunk offers you chicken, don’t take it. If he pulls out an American twenty, run like
hell. Nothing, and I mean nothing
good comes from money changing hands between two single girls and a drunk in
the middle of the night, in an empty Chilean park. Handsome young men are worse.
If he offers a free night’s stay with his grandma, say no. Don’t give the
grandma your passport, she’ll only give you a “room” on the roof with eye-holes
cut into the door, beds that are missing slats and sheets, and she’ll try to
tell you that she gave the passport back the night before when you checked in
at three AM. She didn’t. Look in the second drawer of the bureau in the entry
way, it will be there. Grab the copies she made, too.
Stay
with your friends during Carnival. I know you wear combat boots and think
you’re tough, but the partying masses don’t care what you think. You will get
the tar beaten out of you because you are so obviously American. You think
you’re above it, volunteering and being a good person, but suspicion and
prejudice run deep and go in many directions. Be aware of it and avoid a black
eye and several dislocated ribs. Richard, the money changer who pulled you from
the abusing crowd? Buy him a bigger gift, he will save your life. Twice.
And
about 42 more things that are, perhaps, better left unsaid. A girl has to live,
right?
~Sara Spock is a Mom, Wife, Penn State Graduate,
Substitute Teacher, Freelance Writer, and Chocolate Addict. When she’s
not running from Chilean drunks, Sara can be found over
at The Hero Complex where she
tries to save the world, one. recipe. at. a. time.
