After a long day of hitchhiking for thirty hours from Quito, Julian arrived in Lima. His journey took him through the highlands of Cajamarca and the desert coast of Trujillo. Exhausted, he was looking for a place to play. It was in a colorful market that he met a woman who sold spices, her little girl, and her boy, who gave him a warm and fragrant welcome. ******************************************* © Copyright (2025) ******************************************* Verse 1 By ocean's edge, the grand capital sleeps, Where ancient culture her true promise keeps. The Plaza Mayor shows its proud stance, A long history offering its true chance. I see old monuments where the people pause, Guided by strong and important local laws. Chorus Cold fog softly falls. Old tales from stone walls. Strong ocean loudly calls. Life freely enthralls. Verse 2 A grand old Cathedral stands with solemn grace, Its deep importance in this sacred place. I walk through Barranco's artistic terrain, Feeling joyful, free from any pain. The air is filled with lively, rhythmic sound, Where peaceful simple rituals are found. Chorus Cold fog softly falls. Old tales from stone walls. Strong ocean loudly calls. Life freely enthralls. Verse 3 The grand Huaca Pucllana shows old art, Leaving all worries far behind my thought. I see the grand Parque de la Reserva bright, A stunning fountain display, a pure sight. These strong local customs feel so truly fine, A special feeling, wonderfully divine. Chorus Cold fog softly falls. Old tales from stone walls. Strong ocean loudly calls. Life freely enthralls. Verse 4 A kind spice woman and two children smiled, Showing their world, truly grand and wild. We shared quick laughs and a simple warm dish, A kind welcome, better than any small wish. They spoke of their lives with proud regard, Building with me a true, strong loyal bond. Chorus Cold fog softly falls. Old tales from stone walls. Strong ocean loudly calls. Life freely enthralls.
