Pick what's not to like: lagoon-sized potholes in the parking lot, discarded mattresses in the yard, seedy frat-house decor,flophouse bar, shortages of bread, wine and beer in the dining room (I kid you not), give-a-damn hung-over locals serving you frozen sugar snap peas as your sole vegetable choice very night, the messy lobby with newspapers and playing cards lying everywhere, local drunks hanging out in the pool Thursdays through Sundays, or the permanently out of service Internet. Other similar choices await you if you foolishly choose this over-the-hill mountain version of your college fraternity house for your next vacation. The best entertainment is the complaints of your fellow guests. Don't let the Peruvian's website or its photos fool you. This faded dowager is way, way past her prime.
