Our last day in Cusco was waking up at two in the morning, driving two hours, drinking coca tea, waiting in the freezing cafe for the train, two hours there, riding twenty minutes on the bus after waiting in a one hour line(or a two hour uphill hike), and we’re finally there.
I clambered out of the bus, ran to the entrance, and stepped directly into a dream. A place I labeled unattainable until
What happens after this? Wide-eyed, breathless, speechless, crying. I’m here.
My heart pounding with excitement, time stood still staring at the Inca ruins, Machu Picchu. A moment to absorb the beauty, knowing I would probably never have the opportunity to return.
A one way walk through the ancient city. A touch upon the Wank’a(sacred wall). A dream come true. One more deep breathe before leaving the most amazing place. With a long hike down.
Option one; two + hour line and a twenty minute bus ride back to the city, or option two; a forty minute hike downhill into the city. Option was easy, but hard on my parents knees. Yet, quickly recovered in the luxury aguas calientes spa.
More coca tea, a two hour train, wait for the bus, two hour bus back to the hostel. It’s now three in the morning, our flight is only one more mug of coca tea away.
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