and I think I almost died. Well, perhaps not, but there was a certain amount of panic. I went for a morning run around Miraflores yesterday. I left around 6:30, an hour before we had to be ready to leave for the clinic where the the otology course is happening, thinking I'd run for a half hour and then have plenty of time for a long overdue shower and breakfast before we would leave. It didn't go as planned - I got a little lost (luckily I don't think I left the district, but some of it did look pretty shady). I finally found my way back to the apartment at 7:25. I think I ran at least 6 or so miles, but I really can't be sure because I don't have any idea where I went. All I know is that upon my return, I promptly ran upstairs and changed clothes, splashed water on my face, and grabbed a granola bar and an apple for breakfast and ran out the door. I was still sweating buckets and I didn't have a chance to brush my teeth (ewww). Moments like these make me glad I never saw the movie Taken. I guess any potential kidnappers would have to catch me first, and the adrenaline from the panic made me faster I think.
I told my mom about it later. She was wonderfully unconcerned.
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