The ocean floor rises to kiss the sun. Clouds embrace the imposing mountains like a child hugging his mother. She swaddles her sacred earth child and offers all that she is for continued life.
The sun, the moon, and the constellations provide energy and guidance to help feed, shelter, and keep inhabitants safe. In return, they offer praise and worship, and on occasion, animal sacrifices.
Inca rulers divide labor among the Quechua people equitably, rotating tasks between moving multi-ton stones, farming, and other jobs to build their temples and communities. Everything is completed with a precision and exactitude never matched before or since. Modern archeologists offer their best theories on the Quechua, but do not know everything; however, the more they learn, the more history changes. The ancient ruins call to seekers from around the world who lose themselves in the profundity.
Golden embers of wild daisies glow across verdant mountain slopes. Earth warmed by the sun radiates burnt crimson. Hints of eucalyptus and herbs sail through the air, and in the morning, the breeze carries the scent of wood burning stoves still smoking from the night.
Like freeze dried potatoes being rebirthed, visitors soak up knowledge of ancient practices at Cusco, Pisac, Saqsayhuaman, Moray, Chinchero, Q'enqo, the Pichincoto salt mines, Ollantaytambo, Machu Picchu, and other archeological sites. They drive through clouds and the rolling patchwork of edible tapestry covering the hills like a quilted blanket and fall in love with Peru, wishing to never leave.
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