After a tour by a Peruvian lady who had obviously memorized the English translation of her lecture—oblivious to the fact that she was leaving out key prepositions while explaining the agricultural and urban sectors of the city—my two fellow volunteers and I made our way to Waynapicchu’s trail head. We flashed the stamps that we had lost sleep for and began our hike into the sky. Knowing that my dirty Nike running shoes were sharing the same footsteps as the Incas propelled me up the seemingly eternal staircase of the mountain. At the top, I stumbled to the edge and extended my arms—for a couple seconds feeling the ancient energy of the valleys and mountains very much alive around me. The spirits of the early culture lifted me into the atmosphere, guiding and accepting me into their eternal home.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
August 8: Incan Empire
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