CHICAMA: the reckoning (oh, okay. the re-reckoning)
How many times will I use the reckoning, or Electric Boogalo in some sort of sequel-that-isn't-really-a-sequel? I have no idea. If I wanted to take shots for every time, I'm pretty sure I'd be drunk. But aren't I the kind of person who does everything in excess? Exactly. The point of this is to say that despite my absolute and sudden dropping of this blog-- due in part to the changing weather, and to Dani's o2 sensor deciding to crap out-- I achieved another beach on my list. In fact, one of the few unattainable by car. Incroyable. INCROYABLE. I'm calling it incredible because it's the one country I swore I'd never go to, even with a beach on my list. It would be the last country I'd step foot in. I'd rather never see Chicama than go to that place. And instead, it's the first beach I went to, out of California. In case anyone doesn't know, Chicama Beach is in Peru, two hours out of Trujillo, to be exact. In case anyone doesn't know,