Machu Picchu

For my first blog post (and probably my last for a while after my kids complain), we shall discuss the wonders of Machu Picchu. 

In the Incan language of Quechua, Machu Picchu means “Old Mountain” - that also be a good metaphor for me these days. However, in ways that are very different from myself, it is an incredible place that is truly deserving of being called one of the Seven Wonders of the World. 

With our wonderful guide, Peter, we made our way up to the top via a bus from town. After we climbed for 10 minutes or so, the Incan city came into view and it was more spectacular than any of us could have imagined. So well planned, beautiful in more ways than you can imagine, almost 90% still in its original condition, the ideal place to get away from it all….

Sixteen water fountains throughout the city, sun dials, astronomical water features so they could study the stars, rooms for all, watchtowers on both mountain surrounding the city to keep lookout, fields for crops, you name it  - they really had more than I could want now. 

And the stories of how the Incas fended off the Spaniards trying to conquer them and how they cut off their own trails to keep them out were only part of the story. 

All I can say is love your Pacha Mama (Mother Earth), and love your Old Mountain. And for my Uncle Bill, who passed away days ago and who travelled the world with his beloved wife Bonnie, I say “Tupananchis Caman,” which is Quechuan for “until we meet again”. We love you and miss you.