This is part 3 out of 3 of my four-day journey to Machu Picchu along the Inca Trail. Read part 1 here, and part 2 here.
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It wasn’t a majestic sunrise. There were no bright rays of light shinning through the clouds down on the path ahead of us. No red tones of ocre fading into the blue of the receding night sky. No clouds reflecting the light of the sun. It was just the light of day gradually replacing the darkness of night. The sun burned the way it has done for billions of years.
This was the same sun that the Incas once revered. The same sun that sustained their life as it sustains our own.
It was a morning like any other over five hundred years ago.
I want to travel the world. That is most certainly one of my dreams, goals, and aspirations in life. The Anthropologist in me wants to see how other people live and see the world. But sometimes, just sometimes, there is more to seeing the world than traveling and there is more to life than chasing after dreams. My recent trip to Anacortes, WA in which my dream didn’t come true is a testament to it. So, if you have ever wondered what to do if your dreams don’t come true, then stick around…
***This post was written in September 2015 upon my return from Washington state.
Well, here I am. I am sipping on a warm ginger-lime-honey concoction that has kept me more or less sane for the last 48 hours since my allergy symptoms went out of control.
Between coughing out a lung, emptying every Kleenex box within reach, and the nasty pressure in my sinuses, I have come to question whether my latest vacation has been worth it.