by Rowena Forbes
As I stepped out of Lima airport, the first thing I noticed was the air. I wanted to eat it. It smelt fragrant, succulent, like a rich, sticky marinade for barbecued ribs; slightly salty, slightly sweet and fortified with a generous sprinkle of spices. At first, I looked around for the street vendors that I assumed were nearby, permeating the misty surroundings with the aromas of their wares - but no. It was simply the air itself, Lima air. Gorgeous.
Rowena Forbes is a copywriter, editor, freelance journalist and lover of all things words.