After arriving in Cusco we started to hear a lot about the Sacred Valley. Not coming with a lot of activities in mind- other than surviving the hike to Macchu Picchu- we decided to jump on the bandwagon for fear of missing out. Something about being in a new place urges me out of bed at insanely early hours (just ask my poor travel buddy :), encourages me to try new things- Good and Bad, and take advantage of every new opportunity. Now how can I take this level of excitement into my everyday life? Or at least learn how to wake up before 9...
I love the pops of color in Peru.
I practiced my spanish "I am learning photography and would like to take your picture. Is that alright?" They agreed but sure didn't look happy about it.
Homes of workers in the hills
This woman was in love with my husband. When her husband called her on it he proposed a trade and he would get me! I am glad ken declined. *phew* They did make great bus companions on the winding, narrow, edge clinging roads we traveled along for hours. I could only sit on the window side if the window faced the mountain not the valley.
These children break my heart. They are beggars. Yes they are dressed in cute costumes but they have been raised to expect handouts-- how about we give them smiles and encouraging words not handouts. There are organizations every where working to provide skill training so lets give money to them were the results can be more lasting. *those little faces and outstretched hands kill me - tear*
