3...2...1 and Peru here we come.
After I found my seat (24A) a man helped me put my backpack up in the luggage compartment and then I occupied my seat.What I had yet to discover was that the man who had helped me with my backpack was actually Javier Armentia, a journalist, an astronomer and also one of the musicians of the Ruta.
We "killed" some hours talking, then I saw that the ruteros kept passing and after a while I decided to get out of my seat and join them.Not even a minute passed by and I had to return to my previous position because the plane was experiencing turbulences.In my mind I was saying the words "Please God, don't let us die".
So..even later I managed to get out of my seat and went to the back of the plane where I passed some valuable time with Maha.Later, when I came back to my seat there were 2 more musicians and I got to know all of them. Antonio, Salva, Julio and of course Javier.Salva was the funniest. He started singing a song that he had just invented "Romanian, Romanian ".Oh and he also brought us peanuts.Nice gesture.
