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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Story of the Peruvian Cow

I totally forgot about this until my wonderful husband reminded me.

We were in the of Ollantaytambo, Sacred Valley sightseeing. While we were there we heard a cow lowing. And it did not stop. One moo after the other. If I remember the story correctly my boys asked why. My husband said it was probably looking for her husband because she wanted him to do something and was nagging. But he disappeared. So my husband decided to put words to the cow.

"Moo, I am allergic to wool, moo."
"Where are you, moo."
"Why are you not answering me, moo."

At this point our guide cannot hold a straight face. He is trying really hard though so as not to hurt my feelings I think. But of course, my husband does not stop.

"Moo, I am cold, moo."
"Moo, get me some water, moo."

My children are hysterically laughing and joining in with the mooing. I really appreciate this but have a good sense of humor. So I add a comment or two.

"Moo, you are not touching me for years, moo."
"Moo, you can find your own dinner, moo."

Later we head off to another tour location. As we were going down a big hill in our tour van, my boys spot two steers. "Dad, look! There are the male cows!"

These steers were hanging out along the side of a field along an embankment. If you were walking along the road, the steers would be just feet from you and you would not know it due to the bushes they were "hiding" in. Of course, my husband commented on how they got away from their wives nagging and were hiding from them in this field. It would take a lot to get back up that hill. The steers were in no hurry to go and attend their cow wives needs.

You know, the garbage does not take itself out!

Saturday, July 9, 2011

I have never been so thirsty in my life

Recently the family visited Macchu Pichu. I have spelled this several ways since I have no clue how many C's or H's are in the words. But, you understand. I was going to title this blog "If you build it, they will come" but I thought that might be too cliche. I mean, the pre-Kevin Costner Incas probably thought that, but no. My title is "I have never been so thirsty in my life." Why? Well because, oh my goodness, I have never been so thirsty in my life! This was way more than Zumba class thirsty. This was "my tongue feels like a wool carpet" thirsty.

So we finally reach Cusco after several hours of travelling. If you haven't read my travel blog yet, do so. That was an adventure in itself. Well Cusco is 12,000 feet in elevation, which is very dry and the air is thin. I did not have too many problems with the altitude though. Do I need less oxygen for my brain? Well I am sure there are several answers from my family about that one. But my husband and boys didn't either so whatever anyone says, it will transfer to them too. Silence? Thought so.

Okay so we go from Cusco to the Sacred Valley to acclimate for a few days. According to my husband, the Sacred Valley looks like Scottsdale, AZ. I have never been but, and no offense to AZ, I am sure Peru is just a bit prettier. Here is our hotel.


Can't beat that with a stick. Anyway. So here we are and our guide tells us to drink lots of water, Tea made from Cocoa leaves (yes the same thing that makes cocaine), and don't eat a heavy meal the first day. Check, check, check! But we did not realize that a lot of water would be more than 2 liters a day! That first night we woke up several times not being able to swallow we were so dry. I think I downed two bottles of water myself that first night. Holy cow!

But goodness it was fun, and cold. That we did not expect, though we packed for cold. Every town we went to, besides Lima, had a parade or a festival. Fireworks at all hours and tons of music. Javier work us up a few times saying "I see lights" thinking they were UFOs. No only fireworks. We visited Urubamba and Ollaytantambo in the Sacred Valley. Then we tool the train to Macchu Pichu. How these Incas built this city I do not know. Hey, I could have used that title "We Built This City." But unlike Jefferson Starship, it was not on Rock and Roll, just rock. How did they build it without iron tools? And how did they build it without falling off the mountain?



We were in MP (easier and I can spell it) for the Winter Solstice - June 21. One day a year the sun hits all of these places within the city to make shadows of creatures, the Inca cross, and things like that. Yes, I missed the picture through the Sun Temple Window (below), but we are NOT going to talk about that. My children would appreciate me not bringing it up.


Really the blog for MP should just be pictures because you cannot write the experience well. It is truly awe inspiring what these people did. It was an experience of a lifetime. But we did have fun too. We made some funny pictures...




Yes, Ricardo and Ian were standing on another terrace. I however, had nothing under me for two hundred feet. We also had a photo contest. Ian and I won. we are the first two pictures.





Ricardo thinks he would have won if he had a Corona in his picture. After MP, we headed for Aguas Caliente to take the train to Cusco. The city looks like a Disney planned village really, except for the dirt and the wires right next to you at the restaurant tables.

Cusco was an experience. Of course, we do not have many pictures of Cusco because the town had so many people visiting for Corpus Christi and then their holiday the next day. If you have never seen a Corpus Christi parade in Cusco, please YouTube it. Very interesting. We were also there for my youngest's birthday. So we took him to the Irish pub next to the Catholic Cathedral (where else would it be?) for a pint of Guinness and some Sprite. There are also Inca ruins around Cusco as well. We saw several places that the king, no not Elvis or Richard Petty, but some guy with a really long name, like ten syllables long, went to. We just called him Bob, much easier. So King Bob went to these temples to speak with the mummified ancestors and such to get advice. Me I just call my mom. Look at the picture below. the mummies were in those crevices. Um, yuck?


We went to Lima as well. If you have never been, it is like NYC without the tall buildings, but on the ocean. We had such a great time. I hope I did not forget anything. If I did, you can blame it on the lack of oxygen. Wait a minute. I'm not there anymore.