Machu Picchu is what dreams are made of, at least one of mine anyway. Long had I wanted to visit this magical place, immerse myself in the colorful textiles and culture. I went expecting much, and I returned not disappointed. The food, people, landscape, Incan ruins—all of it was incredible.
Things I knew how to say in Spanish before I left: Hello my name is Heather. Where are the toilets? Thank you.
Things I learned in Spanish while there: Una mas pisco sour por favor.
Things I thought I knew but actually didn't: Paddington Bear is not an English Bear. He is from deepest darkest Peru.
I can't explain this long held fascination I have with Peru anymore than I can my proclivity for Hercule Poirot, or travelling with a stuffed panda. I just do.
If you are curious about Peru or Machu Picchu specifically, I've put together a little reading list that should transport you, without actually having to wait around in an airport for fourteen hours only to have your flight canceled and then be air sick. Ah, the joys of travel.
*By the way, that mountain in the background, that's Huayna Picchu. And that is me climbing it!*
**Also the sneakers in photo of the weaver belong to mi hermano y hermana.**