Today I finally decided to leave the comfort of the property and head into the mountains. Without a real plan in mind, I sort of just wandered off into the bush. Well originally I had hoped to follow the Inca channel built directly behind our property to somewhere interesting. But then it cut out.
So being me, I decide to pick a path winding up which looks like only locals know about. Which ultimately led me to some beautiful areas, but also those overgrown with plants. I felt both like a explorer and an idiot in equal measure. I was the only person around, but was stumbling in the undergrowth like an oaf. I would have been quite the sight to see. If anyone had. Although I did run into a cow once.
Eventually I stumbled upon this tiny little town with some of the most picturesque homes and fences. There was something serenely sweet about the village. Except that a lot of the fences had spiky cacti and broken bottles to deter unwanted visitors. But I’m not sure how well thought out this plan of defense is when you consider that often there are crumbling sections. Usually near a door as well. Safe.
But most of all, I loved that feeling of being somewhere unpretentious. These houses weren’t so beautiful because they were trying to impress anyone. They just were the homes. And with the stunning back drop of Sacred Valley.
I met a man on the road with a donkey who told me I should go check out the lagoon. He gave me directions and perhaps that is a trip for another day. But it will be a must.
After two and a half hours of wandering and I finally made it back to Casita Girasol, with some amount of relief. Having no plan in mind also meant having no idea how to get back down to the property. I managed to stumble upon a path that led to somewhere familiar and ultimately back. I found the nearest chair and just sat down. Absorbing all the smells, all the flowers, all the thorny bushes, and the mountains.
Then I went in and made some tea.
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