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Welcome. If you’ve stumbled onto this page, you probably know me as PeruGuy —the gringo who traded his office chair for a chullo and hasn’t shut up about ceviche since 2018.

Trying to explain causa rellena to my mom back in Ohio. "So it's like a cold potato casserole with chicken salad, but also yellow pepper?" She hung up. Final Entry (For Now) Peru isn’t for everyone. The altitude will humble you. The traffic will rage you. The bureaucracy will make you scream into a pillow. PeruGuy-s Account

Day of the Dead. Went to the cemetery in Ayacucho. A mariachi played Contigo Perú while a family painted their abuelo’s tombstone. I cried into my pan de muerto . Welcome

Somewhere between getting lost in the San Pedro Market in Cusco and watching the sunrise over the Rainbow Mountain, I realized I wasn't a tourist anymore. I was a resident of the magic. "So it's like a cold potato casserole with

This account is proof that Peru doesn't just grow on you—it rewires you.

That was six years ago.