"From Air to Air, like an empty net, dredging through streets and ambient atmosphere, I came lavish, at autumn's coronation, with the leaves' proffer of currency and - between spring and wheat ears - that which a boundless love, caught in a gauntlet fall, grants us like a long-fingered moon."



- Neruda, "Heights of Machu Picchu"



get out the map

get out the map and lay your finger anywhere down

we'll leave the figuring to those we pass on our way out of town

don't drink the water there seems to be something ailing everyone

i'm gonna clear my head

i'm gonna drink that sun



- Indigo Girls, "Get out the map"



When you see the Southern Cross for the first time,

You understand now why you came this way.



- Crosby, Stills, & Nash, "Southern Cross"



YEAH PERU! See you next Tuesday!