it rained the whole night before we awoke at 5:15am to catch one of the first buses to macchu picchu. we almost didn?t go because the rain had been so hard. but blessed we were, to have the most misty, magical 6am experience of the ruins. the experience was really ineffable. i never thought it could be so truly mysterious, sending waves of curiousity and excitement reminding me of the sheer wonder in this world. how easily we can forget amidst the modernity, consumerism, corporate bullshit......that, EXISTENCE is, in its purest form absolutely, positively incredible! and there, as we wandering through macchu picchu, the sunlight peaking through the moving fog against the massive mountains, river down below flowing electric silver, i remembered. and i have held that memory, so close to me, like a precious treasure once found again.
we hiked for 10 hours that day. and in all honesty, i felt like she-ra that day, but the past two days feel like i ripped every muscle in the front of my legs and my calves--no joke!! i could hardly walk the next day. it was brutal.