It’s nice to have a home. A kitchen table and running water make daily life a lot easier. Since late October, we’ve had our own bed in our own apartment. We’ve made new friends and caught up with old ones. We’ve had jobs (sort of), writing articles and doing a little translation. During our weeks in Cusco, we danced till dawn (once!), ate Alpaca (the cutest animal I’ve ever tasted) off the main square, and generally got to feel quite comfortable staying in one place for more than a day or two. But we’re not ready to settle down for good just yet, however much we’ve enjoyed this long rest. Still, I think we’ll both miss Cusco.
Cusco, where the cry of trumpets and the concussion of fireworks can be heard, at random, at any hour of the day or night…
Cusco, where you can buy steamed quail eggs on toothpicks in the street.
Cusco, the Paris of Peru, our closest thing to a home since leaving Montreal.
We’re back on the road. We’re on the move. We hit the Bolivian border in about a week.
Watch that map – we’re going places!
See you there.