Cusco is bustling. Dusty. Loud. Exciting. Beautiful. Strange. And dusty. Did I mention dusty?
There's a lot of fireworks. Even in the Daytime.

Today I ventured out and got hopelessly lost. Which is difficult when you don't have an actual destination, but nevertheless I managed it.
I bought a groovy bag, and ate... Some kind of delicious meat on a stick. I tried Inca cola. I drank A whole pineapple. I was invited out for Pisco sours by an artist who sold me two paintings- as lovely as they were, I'm not much of a cocktails at 10 in the morning kind of girl.
However, after much wandering and excitement, it was time to face facts; I was Jetlagged, alone, and had no idea where I was.
I hopped in a cab,and told him to take me to my hostel. As I met with his blank look it occurred to me I should probably have made more of an effort to learn Spanish.
After many futile attempt to communicate using hand gestures and terrible, terrible Spanish on my part, he eventually said something that sounded like a place- to which I responded, 'si, si!' enthusiastically, because it was nice to be going SOMEWHERE.

By sheer luck it happened to be the right place.
Cusco, you are a cruel and beautiful mistress.

But after a nap (I know! I come halfway around the world to nap. I'm disgusted with myself.) I'm preparing to venture out yet again; this time in search of soup.

Much love!
- G