In the early morning, there was just us amongst the ruins. Mystical, floating in the clouds and fog. Intricate, with mazes of homes that led into temples….all built up on terraces.
Within the Temple of the Sun was a rock that is said to be energetically charged from centuries of worship to the Sun. (After trekking through those rainy days, I can see Sun worship.) Everyone in our group took turns putting their hand over the rock to see if they could feel the energy. Hate to admit it…I felt nothing! Perhaps, my inner physical body refuses to connect with the natural world. They told me, “I was not open enough.”


Waynu Picchu is the tall peak towering over the ruins, and the trek up is very steep and sometimes dangerous. Steep, I can handle. Straight up, I cannot. There are no flat parts, just stairs carved into the mountain side…and at some parts, you have to grab a rope and pull yourself up the slippery rocks. I may be crazy, but not totally stupid! Neither ex-Marine nor I was going to attempt that climb – didn’t care if there was a view of the entire Earth from the top. Our group was too young to give any thought to the fact, if you slipped – you die.
We were perfectly happy, wandering around the ruins and talking to “day tourists” visiting that day.

Afternoon was the tourist train back to Cuzco, 1st class with reserved seats and attendants serving snacks and drinks. (By now, you think we are raving alcholics…we really aren’t.)

And, of course, more train stops for shopping. By now, our stash included: reed boats, dolls, alpaca rugs and embroideries. All impossible to resist….


And we were not alone in the shopping frenzy…..finally Cuzco again….