I’m back from Peru, sunburned, but not too much worse for wear. After a 22-hour series of flights and delays (and the loss of an hour due to US daylight savings), I am making a crash-landing back into work. My desk is quite literally buried under papers and catalogs, and I have several hundred urgent e-mail messages. I brought back a lovely small painting of the Angel Gabriel in a modern reproduction of the original Cuzco School style. Of course, the baroque frame is larger than the painting itself. I also brought back some Peruvian cigars and a bottle of Pisco. I purchased silver cufflinks featuring condors and a small bronze Llama for my shelf. Oh, of course also a Peruvian national soccer team shirt and a Cusquena beer shirt. Not much of a haul by Conquistador standards, I’m afraid. Lynn will stay on a few more days in Peru. She and her sister will hire a plane to survey the famous Nazca Lines, what we have called the “Runways of the Gods” here in the US since the 1970s show “In Search Of” familiarized Americans with the extraterrestrial potential of the lines.