Boot season is in! Yes, while reliable sources tell me that it's getting sunnier and warmer in the northern hemisphere, down here I'm afraid Lima is once again passing into its cloudy all the time, shivering in the shower, curse the lack of temperature regulation, season.
I have not actually pulled out the fingerless gloves that were my best friends last year. Did I even bring them?
The consolation prize is that I can now justify stuffing those winter clothing into my overweight suitcases.
My boots aren't exactly the style here. They're pretty big into the heels in Lima, I think in Latin America in general, and so you're more likely to see boots on wedges or heels than not. Maybe because no one in Lima ever has any actual weather-related reason to wear boots. I prefer mine chatas, definitely. They're snow-bound, after all.
Which is why I was a little surprised about the compliments from my host mom this afternoon:
HM, looking admiringly at my feet: I like those boots! I like the color.
Me: Thanks, me too! People here often wear them with heels, but I prefer them flat.
HM: Me too. What size are you?
Me: Umm...well I'm not sure in Peruvian sizes, but 6 1/2 in American.
HM: Oh, I'm about a 38 in size here, so I think that's more or less the same.
Me: Oh, hmm.
HM, still eying the boots: So you know, if you don't want them when you go, you can sell them to me.
Me, laughing: Oh yeah. Haha. Well I think I'll be taking them.
HM: But you could buy another pair just like it when you get back!
Me, realizing she's actually serious: Oh. No, these were actually very difficult to find!
HM, still looking wistfully at my feet: Oh...they were difficult to find...
Nice try lady! I'm picky about my shoes. My Mom and I walked around the freezing outdoor mall for hours solely to find these. Ain't no way I'm leaving without them.
Hmm...I think this makes me sound a little jerky. Now I'm feeling guilty. Should I be feeling guilty for not selling her my precious boots?