After spinning through South America like a tightly wound out of control top, I need a chance to regroup and recharge. I had heard amazing stories from other tourists about Cusco, oozing in history and fun. In this book that I’m reading, the author talks about the city that she is in and how the essence of a city could be boiled down to a specific word. New York is Aspire. Stockholm is Conform. Los Angeles is Succeed. One could say that Cusco is Culture. Amazing churches and architecture, narrow cobbles stone streets which would give three fat people walking side by side some issues, ladies in traditional clothing and bowler hats, and the gateway to Machu Picchu all give Cusco an aura seeped in culture. There is also a prevalent feeling of tourism and capitalism which while paradoxically contradictory to the concept of culture is also ironically exponentially intertwined.
I was eagerly awaiting the arrival of a good buddy from high school who was flying down to Peru for a brief vacation. Growing up collect stamps, playing swords, or building forts in the back yard were all part of the fun memories that we had growing up. Peru was just another adventure that waited to unfold.
So for the next two days while I waited for Matt, I relaxed, reflected and explored the gateway to the lost Incan City.
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