As you can see from the pictures I took from the air, Cuzco is situated high in the Andes (approximately 11,200 ft), in an open bowl of a valley. Walking out of the airport, I could tell instantly that I would like it. The sky was as blue as could be and the honey-colored town and hillsides were drenched in bright, warm sunshine. It must have been in the low 70s, and not a drop of humidity to be felt -- just pure, clear air. It was glorious! Especially after the fog and smog of Lima.
We had arranged for our hostel to pick us up from the airport, but due to the many schedule changes, we and the ride did not coincide. So we found a local guy to drive us into town (to our mild chagrin, as he immediately launched into a sales pitch for a competing hotel). From the street we caught tantalizing glimpses of a city worth seeing.
After some initial wrong turns down one-way streets, we ended up at our hostel. Amanda had found the hostel last minute in some online travel forums and had made the reservation without knowing much more about it. She was right to do so. It's a great little place on a narrow cobblestone street very near the central plaza, with an entrance through a very bright art gallery, and a friendly girl at the reception. Our room was delightfully clean, with a great view.
Our hostel is the pinkish building in the middle; our window the one in the middle. |
Our room - small but clean! |
The view from our window, at dusk. |
We were instantly distracted, though, by the central plaza, which is surrounded by churches and other Spanish colonial buildings dating back to the mid-1500s. Which is amazing, if you think about it: Here in remotest Peru, the Spaniards were building cathedrals before Jamestown, Virginia (the oldest city in the British colonies) was even a twinkle in some aristocrat's drunken second son's eye (according to our license plates, Jamestown was founded in 1609; it was mostly peopled by drunkards and second sons hoping to compensate for their lack of inheritance). According to our guidebooks (of which we have two), this Plaza de Armas is one of the finest, and most beautiful, in all of South America. I can believe it.
Basilica |
I suggested that we hike up there; Amanda said I could run it on my own someday when I needed to "accomplish" something. So we compromised by getting dinner. We found the place that the girl at the hostel had recommended (a place called Antojitos, just off the plaza) and ordered a plate of chicharrones. I'd read that they were tasty -- and they were! It consisted of tender, fried white chicken breast that must have been marinated in garlic before frying.
Chicharrones de pollo |
Arco Santa Clara |
Cobblestone Street |
Intricately carved balconies |
Art Museum |
Loreto Passage Left: Wall of the Courtyard of Serpents Right: Wall of the Inca's House of the Chosen Women (later, a convent, naturally) |
Two layers of Incan masonry in a modern (or, at lest, Colonial) building |
After all that walking -- not to mention the flying, the taxiing, the (not) sleeping in hostels, and everything else that we'd been through in the last few days, we were tired and ready for bed. At 6:30pm. So we headed back to the hostel, picking up some pastries along the way, so that we could get a good night's sleep before the next round of adventures tomorrow.
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I am really so jealous! I am glad we get to see pictures of this adventure though... and so promptly! Have an absolute blast (I guess that can go without saying!) and eat some good food for me (which I have no doubt you will).
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