THE BLOG
11/27/2013 11:36 am ET Updated Jan 27, 2014

Scenes of Cusco

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When I think of Cusco, Peru I think of slow, languid movements, of stormy skies and breathless views, of colorful garments and hearty meals. My memories of Cusco are visceral in nature, mostly due to the lack of oxygen I endured during my five-day stay. While I was adjusting to the new altitude in preparation for the Inca Trail, I spent my time wandering the long cobbled streets, foraging through the vast markets, sifting through the rainbow assortment of alpaca garments, and eating enough food to last me through a long winter.
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