One of the big concerns when I think anyone books a trip to Cusco is adjusting to the altitude. Luckily so far it's been pretty good for both of us. We were able to fall asleep with ease last night after a great first day in Cusco and were ready for yet another adventure in Peru. We began our day with our included breakfast through the hotel, which was the perfect way to start the day. Jenn went with eggs and waffles and I had an omelet with bacon and sausage.
There have been many times during Jenn and I's travel that it's felt surreal to sit down and write about where we are. I'll never forget sitting at our desk at the JW Marriott in Bejing starring out at a huge thunder and lightning storm, or writing from Switzerland after two days of flight insanity. Today I'm writing from Cusco, Peru a place that quite honestly I was never sure Jenn and I would ever visit.
I've really struggled with how to write these posts. I usually only have one post a year that talks about the big adventure Jenn and I are going to go on for the year. This year we've already gone to Chicago and the Grand Canyon and are only a couple of days from boarding a plane to Peru. We also have a 3+ week trip to Asia coming in November. And yet that's not where our travels end. Over the last couple of weeks, we booked two trips to continue our insane travel itinerary. The first is a trip over Labor Day weekend to New York City to cross off a bucket list item for me, the US Open.
In a couple of week's I'll be boarding a flight to Machu Picchu in a couple of weeks and I wanted to read a novel about it and the surrounding area. Well, I realized early on that The Lost City of Z was not referring to Machu Picchu but instead the quest to find The City of Z (also known as El Dorado). Yet, after the first ten pages, the idea of reading about one man's insane quest into the Amazon sounded intriguing so I persisted.
Most of the time when I write posts like this its because Jenn and I have gone out for brunch, or to a wine festival, or something out of our norm. But this past Sunday (July 16th) was actually a pretty average Sunday. It wasn't a particularly pretty day in Newport, nor was there anything major planned for the day. But by 7 AM it was clear, Roger Federer was about to defy age and reason once again.
Had I not been reading Dune for GamersRead I would have given up on it. It never gripped me, never made me interested, and so I'm sad to say that Dune for me was not the epic that everyone made it out to be.