Lima is a pretty easy city to live in, if you’re going to move abroad. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t moments when you scratch your head and stare confusedly into space. These are “Oh, Lima” moments. For instance:
On the metro it’s fairly common to have someone’s head in your armpit while you accidentally spoon the rider in front of you because so many people crammed onto the bus. It was under such situations that I had the following conversation:
Slightly Creepy Middle Aged and Balding Man: So, where are you from?
Me: The US.
SCMA&BM: Do you like it here?
Me: Yes, Lima’s great.
SCMA&BM: Do you have a husband?
Me: Yes. (Never say no. It leads to instantaneous marriage proposals. Also, have someone in mind to whom you can be married in case pressed for details.)
SCMA&BM: Do you have kids?
SCMA&BM: Do you want them?
Me: Someday, that’d be nice.
SCMA&BM: Are you practicing?
Me: Um, I don’t think that’s a question I should answer on a bus…