We check into our hotel, the Orquidea Real, which we immediately like. The rooms have the feel of old ski lodge rooms, wood floor, wood beamed ceilings, painting on the walls. Looking at the surrounding terrain it's easy to imagine them covered with snow. I tell Knikki about childhood trips to Otswego (?sp) Mich. and how there would be coffee and a newspaper in front of your room door every morning, wonder if they still do that?
Looking down towards the plaza from the Hotel Orquidea Real
Cuzco is old having it's history back to the Inka empire. It's awesome, narrow streets, big market areas, a number of town squares and street vendors selling everything from finger puppets to paintings.
Knikki gets her first lesson on a pan flute.
At this point we have no set plans while here other than a trip to Machupicchu so we roam the town, shopping, stopping for coffee and trying to find the main market. It takes us awhile but we preserver and find it.
The main market in Cuzco and Knikki with one of the vendors.
About this time my stomach tells me it didn't care for something I ate as much as I did. Not feeling any immediate distress we head back to the hotel via a route I'm sure will get us there. We walk aways looking at cathedral bell towers as land marks. My stomach continues to talk to me. We come to a point where I admit we not heading in the right direction. Knikki and I confer. Following her lead we get back to a recognizable part of town near the hotel. My stomach is speaking in load tones now as I quickly walk up the many steps to our hotel. All ends well and in time. We both retire for an afternoon nap, conversation and laughter.
Location:Lima to Cuzco
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