The unexpected part of the day.

I know now that I can't publish an entry with too many photos.  It takes too long from this end and it can take too long on your end as well.

We came upon a religious festival.......I think these men bring their young bulls who are yoked together in pairs and who pull an old single bladed plow, to maintain fertility and to bless the crops.  As people pored out of the church, the men and their bulls led the procession.  Following them was the priest, small children dressed in costumes, statues carried by men, then men in knitted masks, and all of the people that attended the mass.  We followed them to the plaza, but with our limited Spanish this was the best we could figure out.  It was an unexpected experience.

It was barely noon so we got a kabob from a women who is cooking them each day by the bridge and then jumped on a several buses to get to the other end of the Sacred Valley to a town called Pisac.  There are ruins there that were started by pre-Incan peoples and finished under the rule of the Incas.  The pre-Incan people use morter between their stones, and the Incas used none.

Absolutely incredible!  It was getting late, but we caught a bus back to Urubamba and then one of the last collectivos back to Ollantaytambo.  We got home late and in the dark, but of course it was worth it.