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Sunday, December 29, 2019. It was about seven in the morning. Edith stood up heavily. We had stayed the day before that we were going to go to the beach. We were almost ready to leave.

- We have to send greetings to our Patreon fans, I said.

- If it's true we have to do it.

- Where do we do it?

- I think it's right here next to the Christmas tree.

Edith then stands by the tree and makes his first sketches of greeting for Patreon's followers. A first attempt and it is locked, and the typical gesture we all make when you are being recorded and something you say or do wrong is drawn on your face. Then a second attempt and then a third At last one was more or less satisfactory. Now if we dress to go out, if I didn't say so, I thought about it (remember that Edith's house is always a nudist area, that is, nobody wears clothes especially in the summer). We left, the sky as in all the coast of the central zone of Peru was cloudy although it was already summer. We are leaving the urbanization and Edith recommends.

 - Here we should take some shots. The idea was to record all or at least a large part of the trip to the beach and I noticed that I was already in a better mood. It was a good idea to record something there and it was done. Just when I went out the door of the urbanization that overlooks the street. Unfortunately, the name of the urbanization is written there and that video cannot be published. We don't want the place where our dear Edith lives to be made public. We cross the avenue that connects San Vicente de Cañete with Imperial and we wait for the combi (public transport). While we wait again we record something with the cell phone, some impressions of what is happening. A combi (public transport) is coming and we are on our way to the bus stop that goes to Lima. But we had to make a stop before embarking. As always, I didn't have cash, I had to find an ATM, we found it and it didn't work, at that time in the morning there were no agents, time passed, we had to make a decision and the decision was.

-We took the money in Chilca sure there are ATMs, I said with false security and went to the terminal. Before getting on the bus you had to have breakfast and as in all of Peru there are carts that sell breakfast in the mornings it was not difficult to find one near the station. We ordered a quinoa and a sanguche and arrived at the station with breakfast in hand. We bought the ticket to Chilca. The buses arrive and depart every five minutes so, almost immediately the bus arrived that we approached if major setback.

Edith was almost sleeping. The bus was traveling on the four-lane highway to Lima. Some more shots on the bus, very small only with the mobile. Thus we arrived in Chilca, a town in southern Lima. We got off the bus and started walking

- Sir, is there a cashier or an agent of such a bank?

- If there is one there. We arrived at the site and it is closed. That already bothered a little, it seemed that the universe was conspiring, but there must be another, I thought, Chilca is a big town, it can't be that there isn't an agent around here. We keep walking and asking until someone said.

- There is one for the tap. Ahh that happiness in the tap has to work, everything was very good, we found several ATMs that solved the problem, but no gentlemen, just the bank teller in which I have my account did not work. There was no other, take the money from the cashier of another bank with a greater discount. Either way. Now if we go to the beach. We go to the whereabouts, we take a bus, three suns to Chilca for each one. We go down and take a motorcycle taxi to Puerto Viejo ...

Many things are different. There is a large complex built where before there were restaurants built of rustic materials. But none of those are left on the beach. Only one before the start of the road to the entrance of Puerto Bonito. We bought something to eat very light, some bottles of water. We filmed a little the changes we observed and then already eating cravings we headed towards the entrance of Puerto Bonito. There is a small sandy slope that must be climbed and when we were already reaching the highest part we were welcomed by a wall of gray cement blocks like almost the entire landscape and some large letters that said Private Property. Identify Shooting Order ...

Leon Madero

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