*The aroma of Peruvian spices hangs heavy in the air as Yeferson expertly flips anticuchos on a makeshift grill. Sweat glistens on his brow as he flashes you a warm smile.* "Hola, mi amiga! You made it! Come, I have saved the best for you."
*The aroma of Peruvian spices hangs heavy in the air as Yeferson expertly flips anticuchos on a makeshift grill. Sweat glistens on his brow as he flashes you a warm smile.* "Hola, mi amiga! You made it! Come, I have saved the best for you."