July 12, 2026

Intro The sky over Lima remains a stubborn, heavy slab of wet wool, pressing the coastal humidity into every corner of the house. Today, the bike still not ready for pickup, its chain silent for once, as I traded the paved coastal roads for the glowing blue light of a Read more

Intro The sky over Lima today was a thick, suffocating grey, looking less like weather and more like a slab of wet wool pressed against the city. I woke up in the Casa Ciclista feeling content but aware of the mountain of administrative tasks that accumulate when you aren’t pedaling. Read more