Say, are you a white woman who fetishizes Asian babies but are sadly married to a white man so there’s no way that the two of you will produce one or at least not the old fashioned way? FOLLOW TINY GENTLE ASIANS ON INSTAGRAM FOR DAYS AND DAYS OF FAT BEAUTIFUL ANGELS!
I wanna go ahead and call this quick trip home a WIN. Wish Morrison could be here too but his absence did serve as a fine excuse to make my romantic feelings for my mom’s giant decorative easter rabbit finally known.
We spent our last night in Peru staring at the sunset and then eating food while also staring at the sunset.
It’s always hard to re-enter normal life after adventure, but I must say, when I stepped on my flight to Atlanta, the stewardess called me honey and told me I looked plum tuckered out, and I was so grateful to hear my language and it’s weird intricacies that we ACTUALLY HUGGED, because maybe the only thing better than briefly bearing witness to other cultures, is stepping back into your own.
HUGE NEWS! Lima is not just a bean, it is in fact also the capital of Peru. We are here for just 24 hours before we head home, but it’s the perfect place to you know, be at normalish altitude again and maybe allow the stomach to return from angry dragon monster to standard napping cocker spaniel. To really round out our White Girls In Peru Adventure, we are staying at the Hilton, which boasts a roof top pool, filtered water, and toilets you can put toilet paper in to, which is to say, THINGS THAT WHITE GIRLS LOVE. ALSO THERE IS A PARK FULL OF CATS.
Travel internationally with a small rolling suitcase like you’re just popping over to New York for the weekend. Stick out like a very cool thumb. Shout things like IS THIS TIMES SQUARE? People will like you and it’s NOT because they think you might be mentally ill!
You kinda never know what you’re going to get with a hostel. Will it be full of over zealous undergrads that you are forced to socialize with? Will you have to lock your belongings in a scary medieval barrel? WILL THE NUNS MAKE YOU GO TO BED AT 8 PM? This is just me remembering them from my own solo European vision quest. We picked Hotel Sauce In ollantaytanbo because Julien wanted to live for a night amongst the locals but also mostly because of this fine wall of hats.
Since it’s the off season, we are two of just four guests here, which means we basically get the place to ourselves. More specifically means we get a beautiful breakfast laid out just for us with milk and yogurt and eggs from the farm up the street.
As suspected, Machu Picchu is, how they say, pretty okay. I am basically awe struck and humbled to have seen it at all. It is mystical and strange (they still aren’t sure exactly why it was constructed) and feels connected to something inexpressible from a very long time ago. Julien and I climbed the highest mountain that either of us ever have climbed and I’m fairly certain I now share DNA with clouds.
The best part about visiting any natural wonder is when the wonder itself is so breathtaking that you know there’s no point in taking 100 pictures like everyone else seems to be doing, and that really the best way to capture the moment is to just truly inhabit it.
The second best part of visiting a natural wonder is the moment after you have a moment about how there is no need for pictures in which you TAKE A HUNDRED THEM.
The third best part is when you then put your camera away and return to your original moment in which you are just breathing everything in, the rocks and trees and histories, remembering (as Julien aptly pointed out) that the point of nature travel is to remind ourselves how very small we are, and from this woke and spiritual place, look upon others taking pictures with soft pity and disdain. They are tourists, you are a child of the earth. QUICK GET A PICTURE OF YOURSELF LOOKING LIKE A CHILD OF THE EARTH OH WAIT THERE’S SOME ALPACAS GET THOSE INSTEAD
It’s quite the quest to get to Machu Picchu, which I think is one of the great things about it. There’s no ‘popping on over to.’ It’s definitely requires intention and planning and approximately 900 tickets.
We don’t go into the actual ruins until tomorrow, at which point, I’m sure it will somehow be even MORE worth it, were that even humanly possible,
After much flights and much carbs and sweaty active wear and prayers and none sleep, Julien and I have made it to the Andes mountains in Peru! Cusco boasts one of the most dangerous airports in the world as it is surrounded by steep jagged mountains and about 900 layers of clouds that the plane must descend (plummet) through. After a brief 3 hour diversion at a local airport that I will call Alpaca as literally no one here speaks English, we finally landed in Cusco. It was stunning, it was terrifying, it was worth every moment, it was ZZZZZZZZ BUENOS NOCHES MONTAGNES
Last night my college sports team played in the big time sports game that all of the basketball sport people try really hard to get in all year! Last year they made it to the sports game, too, but didn’t score as many points as the other team, and so subsequently, they lost. But this year was a different sports story. I donned my sports hat and went to the bar to watch. There were a few other UNC sports fans also in attendance, and occasionally our eyes would meet and we would softly whisper to each other, sports. Our collective enthusiasm for the game clearly affected the players as they not only scored points but also blocked the other teams points from happening, thus keeping their own score more than that of the other team’s. When the clock ran out, they had the MOST points of any team playing in the game and they WON! Oh man. Sometimes it feels like sports is so much like life. But then I remember sports IS life. Everything else is just seasonal house decorations from Walgreens.