Breakfast was sooo good.
Thanks Panchito!
The landscape as we drove through the pass :')
Back to Ollantaytambo.
He knows the way to my heart.
Beards and sandwiches. What a combo.
Tim and Ursula sing the newly modified Wayqecha Song.
Back in Cusco. CLEAN CLOTHES. Happy faces.
What we've been waiting for.
"Take a picture so it looks like we were here."
Tom is tired. Joe laughs.
The sweater club.
The rest of the night I figured it would be safer to not have my camera with me. The crew headed to Mythology and did ourselves a little dancing and bar hopping. I think I'll leave it at that.. (:
That's it. We are going home tomorrow. Nothing left but some airport pictures, so I'll leave my closing remarks here and after tomorrow's post, the Peru portion of the blog ends... indefinitely...
Whenever I think back on this trip, I remember the faces of people who I have had the honor of meeting and gotten to know. I remember being feeling so dirty from not showering for 4 days and opting to play soccer anyways. I remember the entire bus singing Bohemian Rhapsody as we drove into the rainforest. I remember being drenched in water again right after my clothes had just dried from the last time the boat rocked so much that it let water in. I remember scrambling out of my seat countless times whenever one of us saw (or think we saw) something (a bird). I remember us telling embarrassing stories to pass the time when we were stranded. I remember underwater yoga. I remember the nervous excitement of seeing everyone for the first time. I remember my stomach hurting from playing too much Zip Bong. I remember not knowing what to think while I was walking through Macchu Picchu. I remember getting odd flashbacks of Vietnam while driving through the countryside. I remember the nights of free salsa dancing classes. I remember wandering the streets of Cusco at 2 AM with Danielle and Zac when it was only the three of us at the beginning. I remember being scared shitless when I had to pee in the forest in the middle of the night and having pairs of eyes just staring back at me. I remember coca tea. I remember the image of Victor, Paulina, and Peder sitting in their home eating dinner. I remember Victor bringing out blankets for us when Sasha and I were sitting outside. I remember the multiple times that Paulina and Victor pointed at me and laughed. I still do not know what they were laughing about... I remember helping Peder read his textbook. I remember eating lots and lots of crackers. I remember the joy of finding out we had another jar of peanut butter. I remember thinking I have never been so cold, so hot, so sweaty, so dirty, or so exhausted in my entire life. I remember thinking I have never lived with so little and felt so fulfilled.
Thanks, Peru. You were really something. Expect me to return, sooner rather than later.
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ReplyDeleteAn amazing trip and you are a wonderful photojournalist. You should condense and publish these blogs, perhaps in a Natl Geographic type magazine. Wonderful stuff. Thanks for sharing.