After our flight to Lima, we got up early the next morning to fly into Cusco. Greeted at the airport with music and then some Coca tea, we were driven to our hotel in the Sacred Valley.
I was in Peru. The time had arrived and I was feeling great, filled to overflowing with joy.
Kate had gone over our itinerary with us while we sipped our tea. Our driver took the scenic route to our hotel.
I was in awe the whole time, looking at this foreign landscape and people. Houses made from earth, forming bricks, some were drying in the sun. These made up their homes. I noticed on top of these structures, shrines. On top of the roof sat crosses, cows or bulls, small vessles. And corn. Lots of corn drying on top of the roof or on the ground.
Animals roamed free. Dogs, cats, pigs just roaming the street. Cows tied up in front of houses.
Lots of color.
Women walking in colorful clothing, with colorful buddles on their backs. What were they carrying?
Roads are narrow and drivers very aggressive.
I noticed shrines with large crosses. Christ with corn attached to the cross -
It was a long journey, passing Pisac market which we did not make it to and probably for the better.
Arriving in Ollantaytambo, the cobblestone streets, the square... it was all so magical.