Cuzco

First, let me make a correction to my story. That last morning in Aquas I was talking to a young man that was working at Gringo Bill's whom I hadn't since before.  I asked him for the story of Gringo Bill.  Turns out that Lawrence is his son and he and his mom run the place.  His dad is alive and well and lives in a beach house on the northern coast of Peru.  So much for jumping to conclusions.

Thursday dawns in Cuzco and it is sprinkling so we grab our rain jackets as we head out to the square. We are heading to San Pedro Market.

Happily we wander through the market listening to the rain getting louder and louder.  When it is time to return to our place it is pouring.  Luckily we have our sandals on so we take off our socks and head out into the deluge much to the amusement of the women in the market.  We become completely soaked from our thighs down as we wade through the water in the streets and try to find our way back. These small winding streets manage to get us turned around and lost sometimes.  

On our way back...

Luckily we didn't go to the ruins outside of town in the morning like we had planned because the afternoon was dry and partially sunny.  We got home, dried off and got warm, and dried our pants with the hair drier.  We ate and headed out to see the church in the square and then outside of town to see more Inca ruins.

At Q'enqo we visited a sacred rock and narrow places that are thought to be where bodies were mummified for burial.

We went to several other sights, the most impressive to me was the zigzag formation Sacsayhuaman.

Once again we return after dark.  We venture over to San Blas square for dinner, then return to pack as we leave at 7 am for the 10 hour bus trip to Puno and Lake Titicaca.