John and I have recently had to come to grips with the fact that we are old and married. This is not new information, mind you, but after the notorious late-night party scene of Cusco failed to lure us out of our apartment more than once during our month long stay, we’ve had to fully admit to our fuddy-duddyness. (That’s a word, right?)
Back in June we owned up to our “Old-and-Crotchety” status after realizing we could not party like frat boys for a week on Cape Cod. Now it seems that even going out for drinks after 10pm is beyond our reach. I’m convinced we aren’t missing out on all that much, but sometimes it makes me sad to know that I’m so old at heart while still actually being in my 20s. Granted, it is the last year of my 20s, but still.
All of this to say that our big Saturday night out this week wasn’t to visit the clubs or bars, but to see the Circuito Magico del Agua – a family friendly park full of fountains that lights up at night. As soon as we walked in (after leaving the drunken crowds of Mistura), we knew we had arrived in our element.
Was it because there were couples having their wedding photos taken all over the park? (It’s a bit of an occupational hazard that I feel comfortable in these places.) Was it because families with young children were safely roaming around after dark without concerns of the dangers of Lima? Or because there wasn’t a 10 foot long line for the bar and a 20 foot long line for the bathrooms?
Who knows. What I do know is that we had a good time wandering around the beautiful gardens, checking out the 13 different dancing fountains and listening to the piped in classical music.
Maybe I am old and boring and married, but I derived more joy from my S./4 fountain visit than I probably would have from a S./12 Pisco Sour at Mistura.
So at the very least, being boring is cheaper. What an old and crotchety thing to say.