Wait Just a Minute Machu Picchu

"Machu Picchu, Machu Picchu, wait just a minute I am really standing here at Machu Picchu!!!". What else can you say? It is so unreal that even when it is real it is not real. After a bus ride (where we were an hour late getting to the train), a train ride, a short night in a hostal, awaking at 3,30 am so we could get to the line in time to climb Wayana Picchu, climbing 7,000+ KM, what else can one think but OMG I really made it here?! Not to mention the 12 hour day at the site and arriving back home at 3am on Monday. The beauty of the journey, the surroundings, it was all so incredibly intense for me.

Yes, I took several hundred photos and some video. Yes, it was amazing. Yes, I want to take Sophia there when she is old enough to appreciate the insane beauty and spirituality of the site. Yes, it was exhausting. Yes, those are some steep ascents and descents up and down Wayan Picchu. Yes, I am really out of shape and a bit sore. Yes, my fellow volunteers and I are closer than ever with yet another shared experience.

No, I did not even realize how amazing it was until I was there in person. No, I did not know all the symbolism of the mountains and animals (condor, puma, and snake) or the structure of the site. No, I did not know the Incan motto was "love, respect, share". No, our tour guide did not leave us even though we were 45 minutes late from climbing down the mountain. No, I will never forget this last weekend.

Maybe, well, there was no maybe this time.