4-Star Hotel, Gringo AC

I’ve been bouncing around Peru for 75 days. I’m wiped. I’m in Lima, the capital city, waiting a few more days for my flight to get the hell out of here. It’s 86 and humid with no AC at the cheap places I’ve been staying.

I just arrived at a four-star hotel. Finally. It has air conditioning, a garden, high ceilings, and a rooftop bar and restaurant. The staff looks amazing, and they speak English, praise the lord. 

It was $115 per night. I could have afforded to stay here for a week. But instead, I bounced from one shitty Airbnb to the next. Multiple times I booked Airbnb’s for $15/night and showed up with high expectations. Tonight, I’m triple booked because the unacceptable Airbnbs were nonrefundable.

The truth is, I grew up with air conditioning. I grew up with gardens on every side of my house. I grew up going on vacations around the country and the world. Every other summer, my grandparents would rent a mansion somewhere and everyone in my family would fly and meet there. My grandfat…