It is a vibrant place full of people who are kind and patient, pushy and impatient, loud and lovely. About an hour after we landed- well maybe more, all taxi rides considered- I realized that we hadn't made nearly enough time for this adventure.
A week?!? Impossible.
There's too much there- too many people in too many cities. Too much history and so much color. Too much to do in just 7 or 8 days. This is just a taste of all the flavor we could pack into the limited time we had there (including a dude, dressed as a monk, jumping off a cliff):
And then...
Upon arriving at Machu Picchu (this was after a two hour wait in a half-mile long line for a bus that took twenty minutes to get us from Point A to Point Up the Mountain), I was struck by one thought.
How the hell did they find it?
I didn't bother defining 'they' or 'it' to myself. 'They' were the Incas and then the Germans and then Hiram Bingham after them. 'It' was all of it: the space itself; the time it took to do it; the materials; the work force. All of it.
I just kept wondering how it all happened.
Not to mention the alpacas.
And that's just the beginning..
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