My day in Pisco came and went so quickly that it's hard to make sense of what I experienced there and how I'm here now – in Lima – awake past midnight, awaiting Jack's arrival from Buenos Aires. I will briefly recount, though, my time in Pisco in broad strokes so I can begin tomorrow with a clear head.

Pisco unfortunately lives up to its reputation as "The Armpit of Peru." Taking my mototaxi from the bus terminal to the Pisco Sin Fronteras house near Pisco Playa was like wading in a big puddle of excrement. I'm serious. The city is not pretty – not at all. I kept thinking to myself, why would anyone live here – and why am I here? But I reminded myself that I was coming for the voluntourism experience. In reality what I experienced in my one day in Pisco, was being part of a big family that is held soundly together by the volunteers at Pisco Sin Fronteras.

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