Street Art in Barranco (Edition 2)

A while back I shared some photos of the local street art in Barranco. And when I say “some,” I really mean it: Barranco is a painted city. Whelp, I’ve collected another batch of graffiti / murals and done my best to find their stories. Again though, I’d love to learn more! If you can share…

Barranco’s Sunday Festival

From about 9 am to 3 pm in the summer, literally across the street from our apartment, a local market magically appears every Sunday. Having the Feria Ecológica de Barranco next door is like being walking distance from a miniature Findlay Market (as a metaphor for my friends from Kentucky). The food is organic, fresh, often…

Street Art in Barranco (Edition 1)

There are 43 districts in Lima. Barranco is one of them and, so far, Barranco is my favorite. At the end of the 19th century, all the rich Europeans decided to turn Barranco into a sunny beach vacation paradise, so they covered the district in stunning colored tiles and charming colonial houses with intricate wooden verandas. They took advantage…

Revisiting the Water Park

No tour of Lima would be complete without a visit to the city’s Magical Water Circuit. Indeed, the first time Ivo brought me here, I was dazzled. However, I mostly found the whole spectacle to be just that: a watery spectacle designed (pardon the pun) without a great deal of depth. Visiting the park with…

Fort Real Felipe & La Rana Verde

Fort Real Felipe is located in Callao, a port city that is about an hour drive from where we live in Barranco. In the mid-1700s, the Spanish spent about 3 million pesetas and some two decades painstakingly hauling stones in from a nearby island. The Fort, which the Spanish generally regarded as the most important…

Larcomar Mall

LarcoMar is among the most beautiful shopping centers I have ever visited. It is sleek and modern, high end, and carved into the side of a cliff. What’s that you say? “Don’t be crazy, Jessica. Who carves a shopping center into a cliff side?” I’m telling you: Peru does. They do it and they do…

El Salto del Fraile

With his usual air of mystery, Ivo told me to grab my coat— “Where are we going?” “Ahhh, you’ll see.” After about a twenty-minute drive along Peru’s coastline, we pulled into a small driveway in front of an isolated building. A grinning man in monk’s robes approached us to say hello, but the Spanish was…