Sunday morning was my final breakfast with my host family, and I was grateful for everything they did for me. The thing I was most nervous about when embarking on this trip was the host family, and they were perfect. They left me to my own time, fed me enough, and their inability to speak English was a blessing as I got to practice my Spanish with them. After saying goodbye, a bus shuttled us to the airport where we had lunch and boarded our plane. The flight was short, and the altitude problem when we got off did not affect me nearly as much as it had been talked up. Other than being out of breath walking up and down stairs or carrying my bag around long distances, I have felt fine so far (fingers crossed). Me and my roommate for the week, a guy named Carson, found a six sole diner. Thats under two dollars and included chicken, potatoes, soup, and a salad. The hotel we are staying at is nice, and we have a balcony room that has a beautiful view of the city. The Peruvian soccer team was playing Brazil in Gillette Stadium, and we watched that before calling it a night.