I have gone up to the Citadel at Machu Picchu
three times now in one calendar year. If that does not make me the most spoiled boy South of L.A. I don't know what. However, each experience was rich, overwhelming and extremely invigorating. The word tangible always comes to my lips for whatever reason. I have never visited a place that made me trust in the ingenuity and spirit of humanity in the same way that Machu Picchu makes me feel. It is quite literally breathtaking. I think I would visit five days a week (save a day for watching sports and one for reading) if I could. I may not have a religious bone in me, but this 800 year old city situated precariously at the top of a cloud kissed mountain top makes me believe in humanity and will power. (insert deep sighing here) Plus it makes for some pretty fly pictures. The physical rigor of climbing the peak behind the city (Wayna Picchu) as well the circuitous day of traveling it takes to get to Aguas Calientes, the tiny tourist town situated at the bottom of the site, makes me feel as if I have accomplished something every time I walk through the gate into the sacred site. The lush Andean air, and the early morning sun (it's must to get there before sunrise) brings forth that word again. If that is not real, not tangible, nothing is.
1 comment:
why does that llama not have your pack strapped to it's back? that's what they're there for. get with the program, jaron.
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