Hello all, we made it, kind of! To give you an idea of how it´s gone so far our morning leaving Boston was started by having to play the game traffic and move a semi who was blocking the entire tunnel to the airport. It gets better, we arrive at the airport and the airline does not believe that Jenny and Lauren have tickets. Candice happily boards and Jenny and Lauren spend six hours in the airport negotiating with their travel agent to get them on another flight. They are flown to Toronto and make it to Lima just 2 hours past Candice. The hostel staff in Lima was beyond friendly and we had a good time hanging out with them. We found out that hostelbookers gave them the number one hostel of the year award. The owner also gave us a wonderful slide show of his photographs of Peru and invited us to go salsa dancing with him and his friends when we are back in Lima. So today we take an 8 hour bus ride to Huancayo to get to where we are voluntering. The bus ride was surprisingly a nice double decker with a free lunch, Candice said it was the nicest bus she´s ever been on. We had heard though that the bus goes through such high altitudes that everyone on the bus pukes. So before we boarded we took our prescribed altitude sickness pills and drank the local coca tea. The medicine proceeded to numb various extremities on us (we won´t get into details), all throughout the day. But amazingly none of us puked so the tea or very weird medicine worked. (Except for Candice puking immediately after getting off the bus) So we get into Huancayo and are expecting our volunteer people to be waiting for us. They aren´t there. (there was some miscommunication about when we were arriving we realized) So we try to call them, the number no longer works, a kid picked up the phone. We even had a British girl who lives here help us. (Dad´s get excited, she first came here to volunteer too, and fell in love with a peruvian!) So we ask where to find hostels and go to the central plaza. The central plaza is chaos and we are testing out our backpacks actually being on our backs for the first time, not going well, we also have ten year olds chasing after us for reasons unknown. No hotel in the plaza has rooms, or so they say. We think they just didn´t like white (or asian) backpackers. So Lauren pulls out the trusty Lonely Planet guide and finds the address of a hostel. The ten year olds are still with us at this point and have heard of the hostel and offer to get us a cab. So we have two ten year old boys hail us a cab and negotiate a price for us and finally have made it to a bed for the evening. Still not to our first destination at the end of day 2 of travel. We hope to meet the volunteer people in the morning. (we just e-mailed them.)