In July, 1992, a year out of college, I was back in Minnesota, having just returned from a winter of being a ski bum in Colorado. Life was good.

Yet on the 16th of that same month, here in Lima, Peru, a couple of trucks turned down this road late at night (It has now been made into a pedestrian mall. The street was called "Tarata"). Each truck had over a ton of explosives each. The massive explosion took dozens of lives.

In my own lifetime, less than 20 years ago, while I was completely oblivious to the spasms of hate and injustice here in Peru, terrorists were attacking the Peruvian government. The perceived greed, discrimination and partiality of the government fueled the terrorist's fight. 

Incredible the needs of this world....

Jonathon looking at the monument near where the trucks exploded

Monument in the distance

Restaurant (to the left) at exact place where trucks exploded