July 13, 2012
Over the past several weeks I’ve had the chance to do some traveling, sight-seeing, and exploring throughout the Sacred Valley during my off days. Being the history nerd I am, this has consisted of a fair amount of ruins, museums, and other cultural events (thanks particularly to my bolleto touristico).
We’ve been in the right place at the right time for huge celebrations at nearly all the sites visited; the anniversary of Calca, the celebration of Inti Raymi (an Incan celebration to the sun god) while in Cusco, and the anniversary of the “discovery” of Machu Picchu, just to name a few.
My favorite places have to be the ruins, though we’ve decided that is a derogatory term since they are magnificent and in much better condition than our buildings will be in a millennium. I don’t think I will ever get bored exploring these complex cities built into mountains with precision that today’s technology has trouble matching.
I love to take photos like these, framed through a doorway or window. They exponentially increase my sense of awe and wonder when I think that a thousand years ago someone woke up every morning to start their day and had such a spectacular view. Every time I did though, there was a bit of envy and jealousness thinking about how lucky they were, wondering if they appreciated it. After my fourth straight day of exploring these cities though, I realized I’m that lucky bastard…