Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Peru: Incans and Spanish and Food


After last year’s trip to Southern California, Glenna and I wanted something more exotic this year for our trip over the Thanksgiving holiday. Peru was definitely on our bucket list (well, I guess everywhere is on Glenna’s bucket list), so Peru it was. The more research I did, the more worried I became about altitude sickness. But, just like my worry about driving alone in England two years ago, it was overblown. We took our acetazolamide and I took it easy when ascending, and we were fine other than some tingling in the fingers and toes. 

This trip didn’t involve a lot of sleep. We arrived at our first hotel in Lima at 2 AM, had a 3:45 AM bus trip a day later, and a 5 AM flight the next day. We figured that that three day stretch in one hotel was the least use of a bed ever. Machu Picchu day was a 4:30 AM call. Our flight back to Lima was at 7:22 AM, and that night our flight back to Atlanta left after 2 AM, after which I drove to Columbia and back to Greenville. But it didn’t stop us from seeing and doing wonderful things.

On Sunday our first impression of Lima was big city, not very attractive, lots of traffic congestion. But our first visit was spectacular—to the Larco Musuem, an archaeological museum focusing on the various Pre-Colombian cultural groups which have made Peru home over the centuries. Glenna remarked on how well preserved all the items were; it turns out that was because they were from gravesites where they would include the best items for the afterlife of the departed. They divide their history into pre-1250 BC, 1250 BC to 0 AD, 0 AD to 800 AD, and after 800 AD. They were arranged chronologically, so you could see the progress in sophistication of the objects and intricacy of decoration. 

Monkey on pitcher
Cup with dog handle
One of the many pieces of erotica
Embossed silver plate
Example of how a ruler
would adorn himself
to show his power
Bathroom signs in the museum



The collections were amassed by a young man of means who spent his life acquiring Pre-Colombian art. He was advised to start a museum to preserve the objects.  A bonus for us was the grounds which were breathtaking. Even if one doesn’t like history, the grounds were worth the price of admission. Flowers and succulents everywhere. A feast for the eyes—and Glenna’s camera, of course.

Our first view of the museum building--flowers everywhere
Front of the museum
I just liked these droopy flowers
All kinds of succulents
A Glenna special--flower in foreground with a blurred background
Wall of flowers leading up to a colorful doorway
Glenna in a rare moment with her camera stowed
Despite Lima’s uninspiring appearance generally (maybe any big city appears that way in toto), it is a gastronomic capital. There is a definite Asian influence, owing to the Japanese who arrived in the 1800’s as contract workers and stayed to open businesses. One manifestation of this influence is ceviche which neither Glenna nor I had tried previously. Traditional Peruvian ceviche is very fresh raw fish cut into small pieces, covered with thinly sliced onions and herbs, doused with lime juice and accompanied by sweet potato and their extremely starchy corn. Delicious! I also had a version served in a pink pepper cream sauce with shrimp as well as fish.


Our second ceviche along the Pacific Ocean
Another very Peruvian item is coca tea which hotels greet you with when you arrive. I didn’t like the taste very much so I added milk, but Glenna had it straight. It is derived from the plant that also produces cocaine. In Peru you drink it to counteract the effects of altitude sickness though one of our guides also told us that it is good for the digestion. He also said that in our country cocaine has a very bad name but in Peru coca tea and other uses are a staple and considered healthful and without any stigma. Probably another case of Americans overdoing a good thing.

Quinoa is a staple for breakfast. We were served it a couple of ways (pizza and a sweet treat with fruit) on the train to and from Aguas Caliente. 

Something one just has to try in Peru is a pisco sour. They were offered everywhere. Pisco is a corn liqueur which in the drink is accompanied by sugar and fresh lime juice with frothy egg white on top and a couple of dots of Angostura bitters on the whites—for the aroma, we were told. It tasted like a very limey daiquiri.
Pisco sour and delicious chupe de camarones
We had lomo saltado several times. It is strips of beef marinated in vinegar, soy sauce and spices, then sautéed with chilies, onions, plantains and tomatoes and served with their also starchy potatoes. (Their vegetables were all starchier versions of some of ours—especially the almost inedible corn nuts served in bars to make you drink more. I thought I was going to choke.) The best lomo saltado we had was in a very in restaurant called Amaz in Lima where the beef was unbelievably tender. 

Lastly, I just had to try guinea pig (cuy). This specialty is usually served whole with the head on. We actually never saw it that way. Neither Glenna nor I were very hungry on the trip, probably because of the pills we were taking. And, to boot, Peruvian food portions are huge! (We started to notice the round tummies on the men and the women, and we could see why.) So we almost never finished our food. I knew I could never eat a whole cuy. Luckily we found a restaurant that served pieces of it in tequenos, a tube of fried bread with queso blanco typically in the middle always accompanied by guacamole. I knew it tasted familiar but couldn’t quite place it; one thing I read suggested rabbit. I didn’t like it very much and was glad I didn’t have the whole thing staring at me.


Cuy and queso taquenos, homemade chips and guacamole dip

So, back to the trip—after lunch at La Lucha, a little meat sandwich kiosk, we headed to Lima’s Plaza de Armas. This is the large square which every city has and which was once the center of everything. The cathedral is usually there and sometimes government buildings as well as arcaded rows of shops. Well, that day it was totally blocked off which even surprised the Uber driver. Neither we nor he obviously had been following the news because, just a few hours before, Obama and a lot of other world leaders had been there for a Pacific Alliance conference. So we had to postpone that visit until we got back to Lima on the last day. Instead we walked a good distance along a pedestrian shopping street and then past lots of typical city buildings to Lima’s art museum. I was pooped at this point, so I sat outside and people-watched while Glenna went inside.


The Blue Church and other colorful buildings on our walk
Another lovely building against a purple sky and tree
Afterward we stopped for refreshment where I had a hot cocoa, another product the Peruvians pride themselves on. Later we were lucky to find a restaurant open on Sunday evening but happened across a good one—where we had the first ceviche, the first taquenos, and a wonderful fish risotto.


On Monday morning we were up at 2:15 to catch our 3:45 bus to Paracas, a town four hours down the coast from Lima. And what a bus! The seats were exactly like those in business and first class on international flights with the seats that recline and leg rests that come up to approximate a bed. They kept the lights off, so I think everyone slept. 


Christmas decorations already up in the
bus station just as in the US
Glenna in our ultra comfy bus seats

The town of Paracas is tiny and, I’m sure, totally dependent on tourism. The principal draw is a boat ride out into the Pacific around Islas Ballestas. The boat was very comfortable, and the guide and driver were very good even though the ride was a little choppy at times.

Betty and Glenna on boat to Islas Ballestas
On the way out there we drove by a very famous site on the Paracas Peninsula called Candelabro. It was an enigmatic carving in the sand (the whole peninsula appeared to be a giant sand dune) done by people lost to history. It was 50m x 100m wide and tall and from 30-50 cm deep and has survived for 150 years or more. 
The peninsula of sand

The intriguing Candelabro
We knew we had arrived at Islas Ballestas when we started to see loads of birds. The place is a huge national reserve for a large number of bird species and sea lions. The island itself is a crazy quilt of rock formations, and the birds light on every nook and cranny, in some places totally blackening the rocks. I didn’t know what most of the species were, but the big draw for me was to see penguins, and we did! We saw one little group of Humboldt penguins just standing on the rocks with other birds flying all around them. The birds are obviously territorial; I watched one bird try to land and be chased away by another who had claimed the spot. 

We also saw lots of sea lions; they are always fun to watch for some reason. We saw one pup, distinguished among the others because it was a lighter color, and one nursing pup. Besides the sight of the birds, you knew you were at Islas Ballestas because of the stench of guano which never left us as we rode all around the island. They harvest it every seven years and sell it for a great profit.

Peruvian pelicans on top of the rocks
Birds flying off the rocks
The rock blackened by birds
Pelican landing
Humboldt penguins!

The rocky Islas Ballestas
And the lazy sea lions, one observing us
The ride back was pretty cold facing into the wind. Back on shore we walked to the town, such as it   was, and had one of our really good meals—scallops on the shell covered with Parmesan and then grilled (wow!), fish soup with rice and white fish, and the wonderful ceviche again. It was really relaxing just to sit looking out at the boats, the oceans, and the long peninsula.
Scallops in their shell, sprinkled with
Parmesan and grilled--wonderful!
The bus ride back to Lima was just as nice as going down though we didn’t sleep as much. We ubered back to our hotel from the bus station. Transportation is always by far the largest expense in the kind of independent trip we take. Uber helps keep down the cost of local transport a little. 

That evening was our best meal of the trip at Amaz, a trendy restaurant which focuses on cuisine from the Amazon basin. With help from our waiter, we chose Peking duck jaune with rice and plum sauce in a bijao leaf, wild prawn timbuche and smoked pork soup with tapioca and noodles, and the aforementioned lomo saltado. For drinks we chose fizz de quito quito (juices with diablada alcohol and quito quito) and zombie (rum, pineapple, Amazonian berries, and lemon).


Peking duck jaune with rice and plum sauce
in a bijao leaf
Tuesday was another early morning—up at 2:00 for our 2:30 ride to the airport where we headed to Arequipa. Arequipa is in the south surrounded by mountains. The city varies from 7000-9000’ high, so we were getting introduced to the altitudes we would experience in Cusco. I could tell the difference from Lima but was okay if I didn't rush. The interesting thing to me on the drive into town was that interspersed among the homes and businesses were large agricultural plots. I guess in a rocky area, you have to grab whatever tillable land you can.
Andes on the way to Arequipa
Our hotel Katari was right on the Plaza de Armas, the most beautiful of the ones we saw. From our breakfast spot on the roof of the hotel, we had a fantastic view of the plaza, the cathedral and the beautiful arcades and the mountains in the distance. Glenna took plenty of pictures at all times of day. Our pretty antique-filled room fronted on the plaza also. This was our favorite hotel.

Our room at Katari which fronted on the Plaza de Armas
Right side of Plaza de Armas from our Katari roof

Left side of Plaza de Armas from the roof of Katari
Arcade by our hotel
Tower of cathedral with sun casting its shadow on the mountains behind

The Plaza de Armas at night
It was still very early, so we headed first for the market, a very colorful place of mostly all kinds of food arranged by food type. I liked the fruit arrangements best; the meats were a little gross. 
Fruit display in the market

Bags of chilis 
The chickens--I just liked the weird poses

Lots and lots of spoons
The meats
We walked back toward the plaza through streets filled with beautiful Spanish colonial architecture called baroque mestizo. Most of the buildings were built of sillar, a porous stone of volcanic lava, which is indigenous to the area and really beautiful.
One of the beautiful buildings we passed
Another set of nice buildings 
Street near the Plaza with typical ironwork
Little guy in his pouch--a common site in Peru
Along the way we passed Iglesia de la Merced, a church on our list, so we went inside. This one was typical of the churches we saw everywhere—very ornate with lots of gold. The churches in Peru I found to be lighter than the ones in Spain which I remember as being dark and a bit forbidding.
Iglesia de la Merced
The light interior with lots of gold
Typically ornate side altar
There was some kind of demonstration going on in the plaza when we got back there. There was a lot of call and response and chanting. Then they marched around the plaza making lots of noise from instruments and their voices. We saw it again the next day but never figured out what the issue was.
The demonstrators marching right past our hotel room
The highlight of our first day was a visit to the late 16th century Monasterio de Santa Catalina (Saint Catherine of Siena) which was actually a Dominican convent and still houses a small community of nuns. We noticed later that they sometimes use the word convento for a place where monks lived also. The convent was a labyrinthine five-acre city within a city. The walls were almost all bright blue or bright orange, so gorgeous that it was hard to choose pictures to show. There were several cloisters and lots of nuns’ cells which were surprisingly large, many with several rooms. The residents did have to buy their way in, so I suppose many of them came from monied families. We walked everywhere and just loved the place. If we had had time, Glenna would have gone back.


Plan of Santa Catalina--so you can see what a labyrinth it is
Fresco above entryway
Entrance to novitiate's quarters--silence!

The Profundis Room where those who had died were kept for viewing
A nun's quarters
Walkway in blue section

Orange tree cloister
Basket of flowers fresco






Betty among the flowers

Cordova Street--they were all named for Spanish cities

A gourd, I guess, in the orchard

Great cloister and view of the chapel

Plants and flowers everywhere
One of the kitchens--each nun had her own









Just a pretty doorway with a lantana bush nearby

Visiting nuns walking along Granada Street
That evening we had another Peruvian specialty for dinner—chupe de camarones, a delicious shrimp soup containing also potato, cheese, and beans in a slightly creamy but mostly brothy base (pictured above), accompanied by Pisco sours. It was a really good first day in Arequipa.

On Wednesday, after another good breakfast on the roof, we headed east, stopping first at the Iglesia de la Compania. Here I noticed something that turned out to be common—the main altar screen in the front is always huge, but the side altar screens in these churches were also huge, going all the way to the ceiling.


Iglesia de la Compania 

Front altar screen on right and side altar screen on left
Very ornate pulpit
After this church, we visited the cathedral which was also right on the Plaza de Armas. Here we had a tour. Built only in 1848 because of three earthquakes on the site, it is simpler than the earlier Spanish colonial ones. The guide told us that it was built with money from the big gold and silver mining companies and was naturally filled with gold and silver objects decorated with precious gems. Strangely the precious pieces were not guarded and most of them were stolen. What is left is now in the museum room. I think they seem all the more spectacular from being all together in a relatively small space.
Detail of Catedral exterior
Nave from above where you see the simpler style

Pipes of largest organ in Peru
Pulpit--I always like those

School group after their visit
The cathedral has two symmetrically placed towers, but the building’s side is what fronts the plaza, so the towers are not placed according to what is inside. Glenna climbed to the top of one of the towers to get the view and to see the bells damaged by another earthquake, but I typically don't climb that far anymore. She had hoped that she would be able to see the entire outline of the convent from the day before just to see how big it was, but the view didn’t afford that.
The Catedral with its two towers and the volcanoes beyond

View from one tower to the other
Afterward we took a little refreshment in the alley behind the Catedral--
passion fruit juice for me and a coffee for Glenna


After lunch we split up, Glenna to go to the Convento de San Francisco where she had a really good guide and was there almost by herself. The place was much simpler than others we saw because, of course, it was Franciscan. The barrel vaulting was especially impressive. 
Convento de San Francisco
The cloister of San Francisco--I totally cannot resist
cloisters--I think I was a monk once
I went instead to Museo Santuarios Andinos which was utterly fascinating. This museum is named for an Incan girl of noble lineage who was sacrificed to the mountain spirits so that her community would have good fortune. My tour started with a 20-minute movie which told the story of the excavation which revealed the body of the 12-year old girl they named Juanita. 500 years ago a volcano melted the snow and ice on a nearby 21,000 foot mountain. At that time Incans from present day Bolivia made a pilgrimage to this mountain with this perfect girl with the intention of sacrificing her to the gods. She knew what was happening and was honored to be chosen. She was wrapped in a new red and white robe (indicating power and purity) and then in blankets. She was given a concoction of chicha (a sedative) and coca (a drug) so that when the blow came to her head (which knocked one eye closer to the other), she didn’t feel it. 

Eventually the snow and ice returned and covered up her gravesite. An eruption in the 20th century exposed the mountain again. An expedition led by an American Johann Reinhard in 1995 climbed the mountain to see what they could find. They first found a small ritual object and so kept digging, eventually finding Juanita whose body had slid about 30 feet down from the top of the mountain where she had been laid to rest along with many artifacts all of which are now preserved in the museum. The fall exposed her arms and her face. 

At the end of the tour, after learning about Incan sacrifice and seeing the artifacts, we saw the preserved mummy of Juanita, still wrapped and in the fetal position with her head thrown back. It was quite a sight. She is in a glass case that is kept at -21 degrees, the temperature at the top of the mountain. Other mummies have been found in the area and in Argentina and Chile, but Juanita is the best preserved. Unfortunately in this fascinating place they didn’t allow us to take pictures, so I filched one from the Internet from someone who had obviously taken one clandestinely.

Sign out front of the museum

Juanita as she was found on the mountain
Dinner that night was too much as usual and ended with the strange Arequipan version of ice cream which Glenna had. It was chunks of white sprinkled generously with cinnamon and nutmeg. The strange thing was that the chunks didn’t melt.
The strange ice cream
Thursday morning we flew to Cusco. Along the way Glenna was looking out the window and spotted an erupting volcano.
Is that awesome or what?
Cusco, like Arequipa, is in a valley surrounded by mountains, albeit an 11,000+ foot valley. The air didn’t feel terribly different from Arequipa which pleased me. We stayed here at a Marriott which is housed in an old convent with beautiful stone arches and vaults.
The Marriott lobby

The cloisters of the original convento
Our first stop was again the Plaza de Armas, this one much bigger than the one in Arequipa and thus not as attractive. We visited the Templo de la Compania, a Jesuit church. We were never sure why they sometimes say iglesia and other times templo. This was another highly decorated space with the tallest altar screen in Peru.
View of the Catedral in the Plaza de Armas from the arcade

The fountain in the Plaza

Door of the Templo de la Compania--
decorated with studs which we
found to be common
Closeup of the studs

A night view of the fountain in the Plaza de Armas

Much better was the Convento de Santa Catalina de Sien, founded by the same person as the one in Arequipa. The nuns who live here today are contemplative but do the most magnificent embroidery and stitchery, examples of which were exhibited. We walked through the living quarters of the nuns and saw dioramas of them eating together, working, in their cells (the ones for the novices were quite small—just a curtained off area in a large room). We also saw them in the chapter house which apparently was mostly used for confessing sins. One nun was on the floor taking her punishment—a little gruesome. It was really well done, one of my favorite places on the trip. The convent was another place where we weren’t allowed to take pictures, so again I filched a few but not, unfortunately, any of their gorgeous embroidery work.


Convento de Santa Catalina de Sien

Gorgeous room decorated with frescoes 

View of the space allotted to a novice--across from the bed was
a small area for ablutions

And then there was lunch at this pretty place--look at
the size of the drink
After lunch we walked down to Qorikancha. Along the way and almost wherever we walked in Cusco we saw beautiful doors and balconies. The whole town was a feast for the eyes.
Nice wooden balcony

Pretty blue door with the studs
Blue door with embossing


Another mother with her child and some goods

Blue wooden balcony

Wooden door with monkey heads?
Another blue door


Blue everywhere


Qorikancha was one of the most important Incan structures, The Temple of the Sun, around which the Convento de Santo Domingo del Cusco was later built. The Incan parts were the most interesting though once again the cloisters were beautiful.
Convento de Santo Domingo

Incan wall in cloister
Model of Incan village

Ceiling of cloister walkway

Cloister arches and tower of Convento

Astrological painting of what the Incans made of the stars in the heavens 
Painting representing Cusco (and, in particular, the Temple of
the Sun) as the center of the Incan world

Next stop was San Blas which is known as the chic/hip part of the city with the church in the square and lots of little shops and coffee spots. We relaxed at one of them, Glenna with her first coffee with Baileys and me with pineapple/passion fruit juice. In the square we saw women dressed in traditional costume each with a llama. They want tourists to take their picture and pay them something for it. That always annoys me a little, but I know they have to make money somehow, so I applaud them if they can get tourists to do that. We also saw the police chasing them off though, so it must not really be allowed.

Rooftops of San Blas
Bell tower of San Blas church


Typical San Blas shop

Row of San Blas shops and plaza from upper street

Fancy street sign
One of the narrow streets of San Blas
Woman in traditional dress
with her llama
Betty with her drink at the coffee shop



On the way back down to the Plaza de Armas area, we passed a long Incan wall. You know it’s Incan if the stones are fit together with no mortar, particularly ones where the stones are odd shapes. I had read that you can’t even fit a piece a paper between the stones. Glenna wasn’t terribly impressed, given what Europe, for example, was building at the same time (16th century), but on a later trip past this wall I showed her that indeed my piece of paper didn’t go anywhere. That evening Glenna enjoyed the sauna in our hotel after a meal of chicharones with tacu tacu sauce.


The Incan wall along the route
The chicharones





Friday was our day to ride through the Sacred Valley on our way toward Machu Picchu. After a great breakfast at the Marriott, we set out in a taxi which would take us to Ollantaytambo where we got the train to Aguas Calientes. Our driver did not speak English, but that was never a problem for us anywhere. I had heard Glenna speak Spanish elsewhere, but she really excelled in Peru. She did a fantastic job of understanding and making herself understood. One guide complimented her on her Spanish and asked her where she had learned it (Honduras—five mission trips during college). 


It took awhile to get out of the bowl that Cusco is in. We climbed to 12,000 feet (we kept checking with an app on Glenna’s phone). Actually the countryside was not all that gorgeous, but it was interesting to see the little settlements along the way. We saw lots of llamas and alpacas. It took awhile for us to distinguish the two. Llamas have a longer neck, and alpacas are much fuzzier. We never saw the vicuna, the one with the softest wool.


Andes mountains in the Sacred Valley

Mountains with valley and settlement below

Settlement in the Sacred Valley

A fuzzy alpaca

Almost every house and barn had a political sign painted on it since they had a general election this year. Maybe they make a little money this way. Would you believe that the surnames of the two candidates running in the presidential election were Fujimori and Kuczynski?
One of the political signs we saw painted on a building

Another array of political signs

We turned off the main road onto one that was just stones, sometimes passing trucks on a road which sure looked like one-lane. We stopped first at Moray which looks like an amphitheater, beautifully laid out and huge. This place was actually a series of agricultural terraces where the Incans experimented with growing crops. We learned much more about it from our guide at Machu Picchu. They experimented with crops grown at various heights and at various angles to the sun. After they learned what they could here, they put it into practice at other places.
View from above the Moray agricultural terraces


Here you can see the steps leading from one terrace to another

Our next stop was Maras which was an amazing site from above. You see a series of white rectangles, joined by stone walkways. These are salt pans where rain has been caught in these large pans and the water has eventually evaporated, leaving the salt. When we got up close, Glenna walked around and even on the pans. They are solid. Naturally they sell salt there. Evidently this salt isn’t used for eating but rather for bathing and medicinal purposes. Glenna tasted it and said it was really salty. I touched the crystals, and they were very rough.

The Maras salt pans from above
Getting closer
Closeup of the individual pans

Glenna on the walkway

Three Peruvian ladies observing the pans as we observed them
We drove through Urubamba, one of the large valley towns, but didn't stop because of time. Strangely enough, we started to see auto rickshaws that are ubiquitous in India. They are small and economical either for carrying passengers or goods. They are so practical that I’m surprised that more countries don’t use them. As in India, we saw them in many colors and styles of decoration.
Not a very good picture, but the autorickshaw is there on the right
We got to Ollantaytambo with just enough time to gobble down our lunch. Too bad because it was really good—sopa de criolla (noodles, sausage and egg in a broth which we had subsequently), taquenos and quesadillas. Glenna tried chinchmorada (lemonade with corn beer) and liked it. Then it was off to the train station where we left our taxi driver. He asked to pick us up the next day when we got back to Cusco and we agreed. That has happened to us many places; I guess a certain job is a good thing. It really involves a lot of trust on both sides.

We took the Vistadome train to and from Aguas Calientes. It has large windows which extend into the ceiling of the car. 

VistaDome train in Ollantaytambo station

Interior of train--lots of photo opportunities
The views along the way were a little more spectacular than they had been in the taxi. Here we were traveling on a track with mountains on either side and along the Urubamba River all the way. It got to seem all the same after awhile. 


We ran along side the Urubamba River the whole way

Glenna looking up from her journal to look out the window

Mostly mountains along the way

It got cloudy later, almost obscuring the mountains

But the train was very comfortable, and they fed us interesting food, one way a quinoa pizza and the other direction a quinoa fruit tart. On the way back we had a style show through the aisle from two of the staffers. The guy realized that this was faintly ridiculous and always had a bemused expression on his face. The woman had really interesting outfits, all of which were convertible to something else, in one case from a top to a skirt. It was really fun, and they got a huge hand at the end.

Aguas Calientes is a tiny town but really was bustling. Our B&B was all uphill from everywhere else we had to go, a real killer for me. I had to make the walk several times. We met our guide for Machu Picchu that night; he was friendly and very understandable. 

Saturday was the big day and started early again—4 AM. You stand in line at the bus stop (and we were way back even though we were really early) to get a bus to take you up the mountain to Machu Picchu. You can’t believe how many buses there were to take everyone up. It really was a very efficient process, going and coming. Most people want to go early to see the sunrise. Glenna had been concerned for days because the prediction was for rain. We were so lucky. As the bus took us up the mountain, we saw patches of blue. When we got all the way up, we had sun and clear views. And it poured in the afternoon when we were back down.

It is hard to describe your first view of Machu Picchu. After passing the entry point guides always take visitors up, up, up to the Hut of the Caretaker for the iconic view of the entire place. It is probably akin to getting the first glimpse of the Treasury at Petra. That climb was the hardest thing I did on the whole trip. There were lots and lots of steps, and many of them were high steps. I held on to the mountain as I climbed. But you have to do it. You have to see that view. We had seen patches of blue on the way up in the bus. When we got up to the top, the sun came out. Glenna was thrilled. And, of course, took tons of pictures. 


The iconic first view with Huayna Picchu ("young peak" as opposed to Machu Picchu "old peak" for which the place was named) in the background

A closer view of the right side

Betty at the entrance to Machu Picchu city

All during the tour, our guide told us about the Incans and about the place. The Incans had no written language, so experts can really only speculate on the purpose of Machu Picchu—rather like Stonehenge. It was surely an astronomical and religious place. They worshipped the sun as father, moon as mother, and stars as children. There is a giant stone sundial on a high spot which, of course, is situated so that the shadow falls a certain place on the summer and winter solstices. There is a building called the Temple of the Sun which has two openings into which the sun shines on the altar at those two moments. There is one room which was previously thought to be the kitchen because of two stone indentions in the floor. The current wisdom is that when water was in those bowls, the people would touch the heavens by putting their finger on the reflection of a star.
The sundial

Temple of the Sun

The two pools where they could touch the stars

inside the Temple of the Three Windows

Another theory we heard was that MP was a place of learning where young people came for nine months or so and then went back to their homes. There was strict separation of men and women. The king came only twice a year—of course during the solstices. 

It was built from 1432 to 1533 from rock that was right there. It took so long because they could only work during the dry season. One slip maneuvering those huge slabs of stone during the wet season and you would fall off the mountain. Ironically, in 1532 the Spanish led by Pizarro found the king’s brother Atahuallpa enjoying the hot springs at Cajamarca before marching to Cusco to overthrow him, thus starting the conquest of the Incan people by the Spanish. Machu Picchu was hidden away and known only to a few peasant locals; it was thus lost to history for almost 400 years. On July 24, 1911 Hiram Bingham, a professor of South American history at Yale, was led to a very overgrown MP by some locals. He wrote a book; thus the world knows about Machu Picchu. They removed all the trees except three, so today we have the wonderful view of the whole place.

There are many buildings in the city. Some of the walls at MP did have mortar or didn’t fit together terribly well. You didn't see that at Cusco because that was the home of the king.
Mother and child llamas walking along an imperfect Incan wall

Many of the buildings are two-story storehouses with slits for aeration. They knew how to grow plants (many varieties of corn, beans, and potatoes), and they knew how to preserve them. There are many agricultural terraces outside the walls on the sides of the mountains.
Water conduit used in the 16th century still seeps water

The immense agricultural terraces outside the city walls

Closer view of the terraces

Some llamas chomping on the grass on two levels

The town was divided into sections—storage, the area for the important people, the sacred area, men’s housing area, women’s housing area, and the ceremonial and dancing area. One of the buildings is the Temple of the Condor, so called because the natural stone was carved into the shape of the head, body and wingspan of a condor, along with the puma and the snake, the important ceremonial animals (sky, earth and underground).
Nearest the city walls were the storehouses (on the left side), behind them the area for the king and other
important people and behind that the temples in the sacred area. On the right side in the back is the men's area, in front of that the women's area, and nearest the front of the picture the industrial area. The central grassy area is where the ceremonies and dancing took place.

Somewhere in there is a stylized image of a condor

The whole area is settling, most clearly evidenced in one of the walls of the Temple of the Three Windows which is toppling. Our guide told us that UNESCO is concerned that so many people walking around on the site is hastening its destruction. He said this is the last year that visitors will be able to come all day long.

After the guide finished taking us around and educating us, Glenna decided to climb up again for that view to see if she could get different perspectives with the light changing.
Workmen planting blades of grass through the grid

Glenna loves finding spiders 

The last view of the city
I stayed back and waited for her. We then left this remarkable place and went back to Aguas Calientes where we killed time until our scheduled train (and watched the rain from inside). We had morning snack at a French café and later lunch of rellenos and noodle soup. Our previous day’s guide met us at the Cusco train station after our return trip on the Vistadome and took us back to the Marriott. 

Sunday was our planned shopping day. We got another taxi who took us to the famous Sunday market at Pisac. But before we got there we first stopped at Sachsayhuaman, another huge Incan place which was partly dismantled by the Spanish to build their houses and churches in Cusco—not to mention they stole all the gold and silver objects. The focus on what is left is the remarkable building method of the Incans that I mentioned above—odd-shaped stones joined with no mortar and no spaces between stones. These stones were massive—the ones too big to cart away. Scientists have speculated that that method of building together with the fact that the walls slope inward has spared them from destruction by numerous earthquakes.
Long view of Sachsayhuaman
Closer view of the large stones

And a really close view

Looking through a doorway up the stairs

Betty with her hiking poles--which she should
 have used at Machu Picchu!
Our next stop was Q’enqo. This was another Incan structure that was cave-like and which was probably ceremonial. According to the guidebook we should have seen carvings of the puma, condor and llama, but we couldn’t find them. So this site wasn’t so exciting for us.
The cave at Q'enqo
Our guide thought we might to like to stop at Awana Kancha, a place where native crafts are highlighted. We saw the plants from which the Incans got their vivid colors and the natural materials with which they worked. We had been wondering where the bright pink came from, and we saw here that it is from a cactus with something added to it.
The plants on the right from which the various colors
are derived

The colorful yarns
Since many of these crafts center around the llama and the alpaca, they had many of these in pens also. They were very friendly and would come right up to us for a pet. Of course, they had a store there also, but it was quite expensive so I only bought something small for my collection of little bits from each country.
A friendly llama (long neck, smooth skin,
and banana ears)...
...and a friendly alpaca (shorter neck,
fuzzier, and smallish ears)
They don't look so fuzzy here; they were filthy--and in
contrast to the soft alpaca poncho I purhased
Soon we were passing by the pretty Pisac valley and then into Pisac and arranging with our taxi driver to pick us up in a couple of hours. It was a good market and we knocked most items off our list.  It’s always hard to focus at first in these places; there is just so much to see and the color is so overwhelming. But soon we had made most of the purchases from our lists. 
The Pisac Valley

One of the streets of the market; the colors
were overwhelming
We had time also to grab a quick freshly-made empanada for lunch. 


Guinea pigs (cuy) in their enclosure
The empanada cafe's menu with the
oven in the background
Our empanadas and Glenna's favorite drink--
chincha de morada

Back in Cusco we went back to San Blas for some more shopping. At the end of the long hill is the Plaza de Armas where we toured the Cathedral. There is a lot of money there; every inch of wall space is covered and there is plenty of silver and gold, obviously very valued commodities in Peru. It was hard to get your bearings inside; the transept was as long as the nave and choir.

Downhill from San Blas to the Plaza de Armas

The Catedral through the arches of the Plaza de Armas

The bell in the catedral's tower

We saw lots of flowers (often gladioli) taken to church

The Catedral at night
The very ornate and gold main altar
Monday began at 4:30, the beginning of our approximately 42 hours without seeing a bed. We flew back to Lima, stowed our suitcases at the left luggage office, and set off for town. Since we hadn’t gotten to see the sites around the Plaza de Armas because of Obama and company on our first day, we headed there first. First stop was Iglesia de San Francisco. That day was a feast day for someone, so there were really long lines to go into the church to get blessed, I guess. That meant that we didn't get to go into the church but did get to go through the convent part which is now a museum. We saw the cloisters, sacristy, refectory and other usual rooms. The refectory had a very Cusco-esque version of the Last Supper with cuy and native vegetables. As we walked around, occasionally there were grates that allowed us to see up into the church. What we saw were white walls and ceiling with red painted along the ribs. I’m sure the effect would have been quite striking had we been able to go in.

Iglesia de San Francisco

The crowds lined up to get in
The pride and joy of the church is the catacombs which are large and immensely interesting. There was trench after trench of bones, all sorted by type—femurs here, tibias there, and skulls elsewhere. They were beautifully laid out, especially the skulls. They were buried whole, one on top of another with lime and sand between them. They decomposed pretty quickly and were then removed and placed in one of the trenches to make room for more bodies. This burial place is the most extensive in South America.


Skulls and bones in a nice display
After lunch we visited Iglesia de Santo Domingo completed in 1535. Here there were lots of decorative tiles in the cloister, so Glenna loved it. The library has more than 25,000 volumes, many of them really old. This church celebrates three saints which seems like a lot from one area. St Martin de Porres was canonized for caring for the poor. Santa Rosa of Lima was the first person to be canonized in the Americas. She ate only bread and wine and died at 31, maybe not surprisingly. She also cared for the poor and sick. And St John Macias did the same. Seems to be a pattern here.
Exterior of Iglesia de Santa Domingo

Colorful cloister arches

Glenna against a tiled wall in the cloister

Betty against the same wall

Ceiling and bookshelves in the library

Santa Rosa, one of the three saints associated with Santa Domingo

I just liked Glenna's shoes against the tiled floor
In the church we walked up into the choir which was in the back to get a wonderful view of the nave. The choir stalls were beautiful. I liked this church; it was much simpler than most of the Peruvian churches.
The chapel from the choir above

The beautiful choir stalls
After spending a few minutes in the Plaza de Armas, we headed back to Miraflores to Mercado Artesenal where we got a few last items. 


Lima's government palace on the Plaza de Armas

The Catedral also on the Plaza de Armas
Finally our lists were all checked off. We sat for a long time at a café over our drinks and good frozen tres leches. We stopped at a supermarket; it’s always fun to do that in other countries. I had been bugging Glenna that JR was being shortchanged with all her purchases for others, so she got him some drinks she knew he would like to try. 

After a good dinner (the ceviche with shrimp and at last a glass of malbec for me), we headed back to the airport. Our flight wasn’t until 1:50 AM, and the Delta counter wasn’t even open when we got there. I sat with our stuff while Glenna wandered. I nodded, and she told me she wasn’t going to trust me with her stuff again! At the gate we went through another security check. We were told that this was a TSA requirement. I guess our country doesn’t trust Peru’s security check. No wonder; I forgot I had a bottle of water and got through. Back in the US I had to drive from Atlanta back to Columbia almost all of it in driving rain. We had a really nice lunch with JR, and then I headed back to Greenville. Amazingly enough, in all that I didn’t get sleepy. Mind over matter, I guess.

As usual, at our last meal, we listed our impressions and our most and least favorites. My overall impression was that this is a well-run country. We didn’t see as much evidence of poverty as we usually do. And the people were so sweet; that word is really the one that fits. They were unfailingly friendly and helpful. And we never saw anyone raise his voice to anyone else. We also never saw a Peruvian smoking! They are very proud of their Incan heritage and don't seem to have a problem with their Spanish heritage of conquering the Incans and not treating them very well. At that time there was a deliberate symbolic intermarriage of an Incan princess with a prominent Spaniard. That was probably very smart. Today they are a diverse people as evidenced by those last names of the presidential candidates. 

For Christmas Glenna gave me a calendar of her flower pictures of Peru. She could have made one of food too!

At the end we always ask ourselves where this trip ranks in the hierarchy of our trips. That’s a hard question to answer usually. But this one was right up there. I’m so glad we went and glad that I survived!


The highlight of the trip, of course, but there was so
much more too. Great trip.