The approach to Cusco was interesting. One minute you are flying, the next you are on the runway. It sort of appears beneath the plane unexpectedly! There was a bit of confusion and my "guide" and I never found each other at the airport, but I took a taxi to the hostel, checked in, and then set out in search of breakfast. I had to walk much further than anticipated and accidentally veered off course (I was aiming for the Plaza de Armas), but I finally managed to find a cafe. The server made fun of me for ordering so many things, but I was so hungry by then and in need of both juice and coffee. I took one of the empanadas with me to eat for lunch and walked around looking for the plaza. I didn't find it and the altitude was getting to me, so I headed back to the hostel.
On the way I found 3 women with some kind of baby animal (goats?) who suggested I get a photo with them. Why not? I tried to talk with them, but they only spoke Quechua so the only thing we could figure out together was the price for the photos. After that I headed back to the hostel and spent the entire day doing class prep and resting. I think that the altitude makes your skull expand, because my eyes feel like they are going to fall out and when I shake my head I can feel my brain moving around. Cusco isn't as high in altitude as the Sierra Nevado del Ruiz, but I was only there for a few hours. I should get used to it pretty soon, though, and if not there is always coca tea!
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