This week found Zoe and I hopping all over the map — we started with three days in Lima, popped down for two in Huacachina, and then spent a final one in Nazca before boarding an overnight bus bound for Cusco. We’re currently running all over the city — stopping frequently to wheeze from the altitude — getting ready for The Inca Trail. I spent so many years dreaming of Peru, and so many months preparing for this trip, it’s kind of surreal now that it is actually happening.
Having a travel buddy again means a more precarious balance between work and play. Most mornings I’ve been waking up at 5:30am to cram in a few hours of work before a day’s worth of exploring, and using every spare moment — including motion-sickness inducing bus rides — to sneak in a bit more. Whenever the stress starts to build I remind myself how lucky I am to have this time on the road with one of my best friends in the world, and I start to feel a little lighter.
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