LUM had been an experience to remember. However, the walk from the museum to Larcomar reflected endless memories of each person who crossed our path.
The distance between the LUM and Salazar Park is approximately four kilometers, almost an hour walking.
By Joaquín Niño de Guzmán
We left the museum at five. The sunset is approaching. We hesitated whether to take a taxi to Larcomar or walk and hope to get more photographic content. However, the warm tones seen in the sky tell us that an extra effort would be worth it.
We begin by passing by the “Chino” Vásquez Sports Complex where a group of children seem to be taking volleyball classes. Of course, parents are attentive to any movement that their descendants make and always have their cell phones at hand to immortalize the experience.
On the other hand, there are benches around with older people reading the newspaper and waiting for the sunset to appear. Unlike novice parents, their only visible instrument to keep that memory is the pair of eyes they have carried for several years now. Unlike them, the elderly prefer to enjoy the moment.
Further on, the María Reiche Park with its imitation of the Nazca Lines impregnated in its green areas and its characteristic domino floor welcomes us. The wind is perfect for flying kites, an opportunity that no child wastes to believe themselves the king of the world. And, if that were not enough, recreational games are also an option if you want more fun.
However, the benches are full of youthful couples compared to the complex. The excuse of the Miraflores sunset turns out to be a seduction strategy for lovebirds who are just beginning to experience love... or the painful response "we're just friends".
The skatepark turns out to be the place that brings together the largest number of young people who only seek freedom through their risky pirouettes. El Libro Park, like The Little Prince, have a notable diversity of ages, as if they all lived in the same ecosystem without any problem.
At the Marina Lighthouse the pets most loved by humans begin to appear, and only when we arrive at the Dog Park do we understand that this place is a prelude to what comes a few steps later.
The Malecón wants to show us that it is still worth making a couple of stops in the recent Parque Chino (which is completely full) and in the Parque del Amor.
Since there are a large number of visitors, it is not surprising that there are photographers everywhere offering their services next to the most explicit statue on the Malecón. And while we passed through the Eduardo Villena Bridge we talked about the romance of that route, ignoring the scandalous suicides that occurred before they covered it to avoid more problems.
There are three places that return us to the Miraflorian reality: the San Marcelino Champagnalt Park, the monument of the Virgin Mary and the Letonia Park with splendid flowers that beautify the green area. Once we have crossed this area, we finally arrive at Salazar Park.
A park that, coincidentally, keeps the essence of most of the places we visited: statues, green areas, skateboarders, various age groups, pets, lovers, benches, photographers, recreational games, but, above all, the beautiful sunset that is in all its splendor.
—Was it worth walking more than an hour?
—Definitely —I answered without hesitation—. Now we are going to Larcomar because I am dying of hunger —I said, again, without hesitation.
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