Hey Cowboys and Cowgirls.
So much over the last few days, but no time now to throw up the photos to prove it.
First of all I might live in Cusco one day. The difference in culture and atmosphere since Lima is unbelievable. I have trouble understanding that I am in the same country. Night after night wandering the Incan streets, loosely tiled with cobblestones, barely wide enough to fit the ever-honking and yet still amicable taxis, and every house built upon the foundations of an ancient culture.
We found the actual side of Cusco the other night, the livingbreathingpulsing side, unkown, properly unclean, vibrantly bustling. And yet, the city blends with itself on the margins of it´s gringo populace, the same people weave through each avenue, only with disparate goals and massively cheaper meals.
Ah, so much to say, I snuck into a national park yesterday, found a chess set that should be a museum, and am heading out tomorrow morning for a few days in the sacred valley and you know where.
Tons of beautiful photos, my life is a blur of incredilous smiles and gratefulness.
Talk to you all on Friday,
Nick
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