Today was D-Day, the day it all begins, it is/was (??) a day that started yesterday and has included over 27 hours of travel from door to door,.
It is not Day 1, as I'll reserve that honour to tomorrow when I'm fully rested and ready to go out and explore the city.
I have finally arrived at my hostel. And as my head is still spinning from the cultural shock and the first feelings of Cusco's high altitude, I feel like I need to write this post.
Even if short and unorganised, the first feelings of Peru, and more specifically Cusco have been just too amazing to not try and capture them right away as they're still fresh in my skin.
Today, I've realised the leap into this adventure I've decided to take on, what a trip to the unkown this is.
The many [visual] impacts experienced from landing to arriving to my hostel are difficult to describe, but I have made it my mission to capture the immense beauty of this city and its people. So stay tuned for more coming soon.
For now I'll leave you with three sweet anectodes that have happened:
- A smiling moon (the menguant type) has received us at our arrival at Lima
- I'm two heads taller than any other woman in the country (or so it seems) as suspected
- Peruvians speak Spanish, but with their own and expected swing, so kind and welcoming it's impossible not to feel at home right away