I got here on Sunday, it's now Tuesday. Time flies when you're having fun.
I managed to beat the soroche (altitude sickness). Brent (husband) and Jaguar (friend) weren't so lucky.
They've been trying to beat the soroche with coca mate (pictured below). Coca mate = coca leaves + hot water. I'm not sure it works. I think it's some sort of folk lore/old wives tale.
Besides that, I was just made for the mountains.
Today husband is better but friend is not. I feel bad. It's been 3 days, and still no Jaguar movement.
I love the quinoa, potatoes, avocado, corn, cheese, bread, empanadas, and pastries.
It's so awesome - eating every 2-3 hours, just because the food is so good. I just can't get enough.
Met a little girl with a tiny goat.
Tried to speak a little Spanish.
Played in, on, and around some ruins.
Drank a pisco sour and realized that I didn't like.
Today, we are here, in Ollantaytambo. It is pretty.
Here in Ollantaytambo, there is a bar, with fireman's pole, and a swing.
It is described as treehouse meets circus meets batman. I will go tonight and give you details.
All I want to do is take pictures of people, but I determined that this may be creepy.
I don't want to look like a crazy gringo stalker paparazzi maniac. Instead, I wait until they're not looking. I know, I am crazy.
I will report back in a couple of days. I will have much more to share.
It will be great. I can't wait to talk to you soon.
Adios mis amigos.