No more calls please - we have our winner!
The street noise got me up again at 7:30. I wish that they could just move this apartment two blocks away - it would be perfect.
I walked over to the other place for my 9:00 am inspection. The guy was there (with the key this time). The apartment was clean and quiet. It was much smaller than where I am now, but it could possibly work. It has wireless internet, and it's also cheaper than I'm paying here ($225 per week), so I may try it on my next short trip. It's an English guy that owns and rents a few places. That's what he does, so he actually cares. That might help.
After typing up some more notes, I realized that I really hadn't given the city's Banos Turcos a fair shot this trip. Relax y Vida doesn't count - they're in their own category.
I got out my notes and decided to try a place that was new to me - Sauna Villa Roma.
Villa Roma
Av. Petit Thouars 938, Santa Beatriz
431-1054
Monday-Saturday Noon-10:00 pm
Villa Roma is your standard Banos Turcos. You check in at the front desk and give them your valuables to lock away safely. They give you the key and the key to a locker for your clothes. You enter the first door on the right (don't go through the double doors because the girls at the desk will laugh at you) and you're in the locker room. You change into a towel or two, and enter the facility.
On the first floor was the gym, restaurant, wet and dry hot rooms and the Jacuzzi. I availed myself of the wet and dry rooms (they were not unbearably hot), and then the Jacuzzi. This took about 30-45 minutes.
Up on the second floor is the rest area and the massage rooms. You go up the stairs and the massage girls are sitting around, waiting for you to pick them. The rest area was full, so I went back to the girls. There were three when I got there, sitting around looking like, well, hookers. That was just what I wanted. After all of the romantic stuff of the last few days, I just wanted to do it. I picked the one that was making the most eye contact. She kissed me on the cheek, told me her name was Aphrodite, and we went to the massage room.
Aphrodite is in her late 20s, about 5'6" tall, and wasn't exactly thin, but wasn't heavy, either. Just pretty normal.
The room was a small hotel room with a massage table instead of a bed. She explained that the names were all mythical (another girl was named Venus, etc.), and was I aware that I had signed up for the 'sensual' massage. I told her, er, yes, and that she was all the sensual that I needed. She explained that full service was 130 Soles additional. I agreed and signed the requisite charge slips.
She rubbed my back and legs for a while, and then gave me a foot massage that was worth the price of admission alone. She then had me flip over, and started with a blow job that ended with us going at it in three different positions. She grunted and groaned and moved at all the right times and in all the right directions. I only grunted and groaned once, but I meant mine, so it all worked out.
This was fun. We tidied up, she gave me her phone number, I put on my towel, and went back downstairs. There were two additional girls in the waiting room when I left; one was very pretty. In the dining room, some guy was just getting served a big bowl of soup with a crab coming out of it. It looked good, so I ordered one, too.
It was good. Aside from the crab, there were mussels and corn. After finishing, I grunted again, and went back to the locker room to change and pay.
The total tab: 188 Soles ($58.75). The breakdown was: Admission - 20; Sex - 130; Massage - 20; Soup - 8; a glass of lemonade and a club soda for me, and a coca-cola for Aphrodite - 10 Soles. I was probably in there for two hours.
It wasn't hard to get to. Av. Petit Thouars runs parallel to Av. Arequipa. I took a bus (1 Sol) to corner number 9 of Arequipa, and just walked the one block.
The facilities were good, the soup was excellent, and the service was just what I wanted. I probably wouldn't go out of my way to go back to that Banos Turcos, but I wouldn't avoid it either, if I was in the area.
On the way home, I stopped and got some more last-minute tourist crap. It would be dangerous if I lived here - as much as I'm doing the flirting, I could fall in love twice a day with some of these women that I meet. They are all so really nice and sweet. Then it was back home to start packing and rest up for my last night in Lima.
* * * * *
Sometimes, it's WHO you know, more than what you know. As I was getting ready, I received an email from a friend of mine here. He pretty much knows my type of girl, and he recommended that I call Mariella and see if she is available for my last night. He said that she was, "beautiful, and had a great ass." Normally, I don't like blind recommendations, but he sat next to me one night and pointed out all the girls that I liked (without a miss), so I am inclined to trust him.
I called her at 6:00, and told her how I got her number, and that I would like to see her later, but not until about 11:30 or 12. She laughed at my Spanish and told me (in English!!!!!) that was fine, and that I should call her later. I will call her at 10:30 or so, and if it doesn't work out, I will still have plenty of time to work with.
I then did something that I should have thought of the other night. I looked up the street address for Il Postino restaurant on http://guiacalles.org/calles/index.asp and found it. I still don't know why they couldn't give good directions on the phone - it's easy to find.
Il Postino
Calle Colina 401, Miraflores
446-8381
One block from Av Ricardo Palma & Paseo de la Republica
Open Tuesday-Sunday at 8:00 pm; sometimes open Monday nights, and lunch from 1-3 daily.
OK, this place is one block north of Ricardo Palma, and one block west of the expressway. All she had to do was say that, and I would have been there two days earlier.
The restaurant is in an old home, and the kitchen and seating areas are all upstairs, with the bar down on the first floor. Even though they open at 8:00, the waitress told me that the customers don't really start to roll in until about 10:00. I can believe it - I was the only person there until I drank my coffee.
My three courses there were beef carpaccio, tortellini in a cream sauce, and veal saltimbocca. Everything was good, but not outstanding. Maybe I had raised the bar too high during this trip, but I wasn't all that impressed with the food. I am sympathetic to the amount of work involved in making pasta by hand, but $10 for my tortellini dish was way too much, considering what was on my plate. The service was excellent. I am not sure how good it would be if the three waitresses had other tables to wait on, but I certainly got taken care of.
The total bill came to 137 Soles ($42.81). That's more than ComputerGuy and I paid for most of our meals for the two of us. I knew what I was paying when I ordered; I had just hoped that it was worth it.
I would not repeat. The food was good, not great, and it did not represent a good value, as compared to Don Rosalino earlier in the week. The location is good and the inside of the restaurant is really nice. It would make the perfect place to take a local girl.
After dinner, I went to play blackjack for a while. I should have just burned my money - it would have been less painless. I called Mariella at 10:30. I gave her my address and we were set to meet at my apartment in an hour.
***4:00 AM - TYPED LIVE***
Oh Jesus. She just left. My all time best date ever, hands down. I even got a picture of her with the 'Canes hat.
I could tell that she was a little unsure about coming over, but my friend's recommendation put her over the top. Anyway, I decided to wait for her in front of the building. She shows up right on time for our 11:30 date at midnight. The words Just My Type are an understatement: 5' 3" in heels, 21 years old, long black, slightly curly hair, gorgeous brown eyes, a beautiful face, and a perfectly proportioned thin body, with a nice rack and a cute, round, butt.
We give each other a peck on the cheek, and I ask her if she wants to go out for a drink first, and she says no, let's go upstairs.
We settle down with drinks and we spend the next two and a half hours TALKING. Both of us. Having a conversation. Like if you were on a first date and you really hit it off well, except better. And it was 95% in Spanish. Somehow, I understood. Not a word of it was forced on either end.
I don't get along with ANYBODY that well.
We talked about our countries. We talked about old relationships. We talked about her work (a little). We talked about restaurants. We talked about music. You name it; we covered it. She was curled up next to me on the couch while we talked. An occasional kiss, but mostly, we just connected. I was having the time of my life.
Did I mention that she was smoking hot, too? Mariella, like Naomi, was from the Jungle area of Peru. I don't remember the exact name of the city, but it sounded something like 'Salva'.
We finally realized what time it was and moved things to the bedroom. That's when it got even better.
We did all the things that you're supposed to do in the bedroom, but Mariella showed a knowledge of my body that was uncanny. She had me on the edge for close to an hour. She seemed equally responsive to what passes for my moves, at one point telling me, "Fuck. I forgot my name." It was just freakin' fabulous. Oh, and she looked and felt even better out of her clothes than she did in them. It's a good thing that I'm a professional at this, or I would find myself quickly in love and doing something stupid, with no good way out. The girls from the jungle regions of Peru are reputed to have the biggest sexual appetites, and be the best in bed. You won't get any argument from me.
After she took a quick shower, I asked her if I could take one picture to remember her by. She was reluctant, but I told her that she could approve the photo, and I would delete it if she didn't like it.
I think that I mentioned that she's beautiful, so the picture turned out great, and she asked me to take a few more of her. What can a guy do?
Like Naomi, she made me promise that I would not be showing them off in Peru, and I will honor that request.
Photos: Mariella 27 28 29 30 31
I emailed them to her while she called for a taxi. As I walked her down, I asked her if I could call her again when I return. She looked at me like I was nuts and asked me why I would think that I couldn't? What a girl.
Was she acting? I don't know; probably a little. Acting or not, you can tell when there's some kind of connection between two people, and it was there. I could be cold and say that I don't care, but that would be a lie. I care. I want to believe that she wasn't JUST at work tonight. Is it true? I don't know. What I do know is that the girls here are different from the ones back home This is kind of how they are - she was just at the top of the list.
I gave her $100 plus 20 Soles for the taxi. This is a trip that started great, got better, and then worked its way up to a higher note than I could have ever imagined. I'm typing this part while it is still fresh in my mind. It's now 4:52 in the morning. I have to be up by 9:30 at the latest (if the noise doesn't get me up earlier). I'm tired. And happy. Tired and happy.