We drove to Paracas National Reserve, on a small bay along the coast a few hours south of Lima. The first day of spring, a full moon (we'd heard it was a "super moon" due to the fact that it was closer to the earth than normal), we get the camp next to the ocean AND it’s our anniversary. Perfect.
We sat out under the night sky for hours talking about stars, satellites, black holes, aliens, earthquakes, tsunamis. The nearby town of Paracas had a devastating earhquake in 1997 and a smaller coastal town was wiped out by the following tsunami. A little shape skittered across the sand, when we shined a light on it, we saw the glowing eyes of a little fox. Then we slept to the sound of waves lapping on the shore.
In the morning we drove south through vineyards responsible for producing the national beverage, Pisco (grape brandy). We’re headed to one of the few destinations that was actually on our list of things to see when we left home… the Nazca lines.