First Night in Cusco

So after waking from a much-needed four hour nap, I'm still feeling the effects of Cusco's elevation. And while my body is a bit hesitant towards any type of movement, even just my hand scribbling across a page, my senses have been thrown for a tailspin. The first thing I noticed as soon as I woke from my slumber was that with the window open, it actually sounded like I was in a different country. Obviously locals going back and forth in a rapid slew of Spanish is a dead give-away but listening beyond the people speaking, there is a liveliness pouring through my window that can only belong to a life-loving culture. Car horns beep, but only as a gentle reminder to pedestrians to get themselves out of harm's way. Music, the kind that makes you want to get up and dance like no one is watching (and if it weren't for my altitude sickness, trust me, I'd be dancing all around my room) whirls it's way into my bedroom along with the occasional scents of diesel fumes and street food. All of these things combined have created a symphony for my senses and I can't help but smile.