This South American Spiritual Journey Of The Soul is ON, y’all!

I don´t think I´ve really talked about it here, though maybe a few careful observers have read between the lines. 

I’ve generally been sort of bummed about Peru so far.  I don´t hate it here or anything, and I’m not miserable.  More “meh” than anything else.  Lima was damp and depressing, and not interesting enough to make up for that.  Arequipa was better, but honestly there’s not a ton of stuff to do there if you aren’t a serious outdoorsy type. 

So I decided it was time to head to Cusco.  If I can’t find a point to this trip in Cusco, I might as well just hop a bus to Argentina for a couple weeks.

Good news, guys.  Cusco is everything I was hoping for, and more.  I rolled off the bus at 6:30 this morning, and by the time my taxi driver dropped me at the Plaza de Armas (running theme in Peruvian cities: they all have a Plaza de Armas, which tends to be a good starting point for anything tourism oriented), I already knew Cusco was going to pull me out of the doldrums.

I spent the wee hours strolling around Plaza San Blas, looking for a hostel and getting a sense of things.  Found a place, got some breakfast, and then thought I´d head back down to the Plaza de Armas to do a little reading, maybe catch some rays.

The plaza was packed with people.  About half the town was participating in a religious procession, and the other half seemed to be cheering them on from the sidelines.  Apparently Pentecost is kind of a big deal around here.  Or maybe it´s just this morning’s excuse for a party?  Either way, thank you, Cusco, for showing the whole rest of this godforsakenly dull country how it´s done. 

Sorry, Argentina, but I have officially decided to stick it out here for the time being.