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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Study Abroad Peru 2013: May 10: Day 14 (Puno to Lima)

Our last full day in Peru found everyone hurriedly packing for the long trip home and all of our stops in between.

The LDS Lima, Peru temple. Photo from lds.org. 
The first stop was Arequipa. About an hour by bus outside of Puno, this is the nearest city to Puno featuring an airport that could get us back to Lima. An hour or so through the air and we arrived. After gathering all of our things together we loaded into a bus and headed for the Lima, Peru temple.

As I have mentioned once or twice previously one of the things that I love about being LDS is the ability to find members of the church in all corners of the world. In many countries this includes the ability to visit the temple. To learn more about LDS temples look here.

One final group pic in front of the temple. 
We all had a great time and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.



After visiting the temple we walked down the street to a nearby Brazilian buffet/steakhouse. A couple hours later we had all stuffed ourselves full of the last good food we would have for a while. Because let's face it airplane food is about the worst kind of food ever invented and even airport food isn't that great when you have to pay a million dollars for it. So in something of a food coma we all headed to the airport for our midnight flight out of the country.

As always getting twenty or so people all the way through check-in, security, and immigration was a total breeze and we didn't stand in any enormous lines that felt like they were moving at snail pace...like at all. Then of course once we were about to board we had the pleasure of going through extra security because...'Merica...or something like that.

We had an awesome flight back that featured "dinner" at midnight and then a snack about an hour before we landed back in Houston. There are many great things about America, but one of the best when it is seven in the morning and you've just gotten back from a two week international trip is that the nice people at immigration speak English. Surely there can't be anything greater than being able to talk to more than the same twenty people you've been talking with for the last couple of weeks.

You would think that this would be the end of the adventure...and you would be wrong. 

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