I am in the midst of a love affair with South America. After working my way through Mexico, the Caribbean and parts of Central America it is South America that has stolen my heart and infiltrates my dreams.
We have just returned home from an incredible adventure through Peru. Landing in Lima just after midnight, we were excited to check into our hotel and find a few hours of sleep. Three hours in the country and we experienced an earthquake. As a yogi who believes in omens and listens when the universe speaks, I couldn’t help wonder what the significance was. Looking back it meant Peru would literally shake my foundation and shift my perspectives.
Over 12 days we explored Lima, spent time off the grid connected to the planet (not a wifi signal) in the Amazon, walked the ancient streets of Cusco finally making our way to Machu Picchu.
Machu Picchu is one of those magical places where words to describe the feeling of being there are difficult to find. As I came up the final steps and gazed down towards the site, low hanging clouds appeared to hug the valley. With the sun shining down from above and the mountains forming a wall of protection, the significance of where I was was overwhelming. Later as I climbed the path towards the Sun Gate, I was filled with a deep sense of gratitude. My thoughts broken only by the sounds of an excited 7 year old running past me telling me to hurry.
I loved Peru for its modern amenities which mix seamlessly with its rich history. For its bustling streets and for the chance to sit in silence at night gazing at the stars while drifting on the Amazon. And of course for Machu Picchu, which taught me that a strong foundation-whether in construction or life-is what will stand the test of time.