The town of Cusco provided the bookends to our Machu Picchu adventure – staying 2 nights before and 1 night after. A beautiful city filled with illaborate Incan & Spanish architecture, lined with dozens of ornate churches. We spent our time eating delicious locale dishes, further learned the trepid Spanish/Incan coexistence (or co-nonexistence), and fended off persistent peddlers. On our first night in Cusco, we met my buddy Steve (who will be continuing our nonprofit work with NetHope, in Nairobi) for dinner. Steve ordered a local favorite, Cuyo, that is guinea pig. It looked kind of gross – 
Steve confirmed it was.
The next morning we took a day-long trip through the Sacred Valley, observing local ruins, landscapes and especially mercados (markets), which our guide (nowhere near as good as Juan Carlos) forced the group to spend the majority of the time… a frustrating experience for all.
Steve confirmed it was.The next morning we took a day-long trip through the Sacred Valley, observing local ruins, landscapes and especially mercados (markets), which our guide (nowhere near as good as Juan Carlos) forced the group to spend the majority of the time… a frustrating experience for all.
Julia and I both agree that the city of Cusco is one of the most friendly, safe and hospitable cities we have ever spent time in (no offense BsAs). The trip did end on a sour note – on the last night Julia experienced her first encounter with food poisoning while I chokingly experienced my first vomit plunging exercise from our hostel sink. You know it is true love when you a willingly clean someone else’s barf.
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