At our Day 3 lunch stop, I had alpaca in sweet and sour sauce over rice, elderberry syrup over polenta, lamb from a large skewer, maize fried in oil and a sampling of tasty desserts. And then a female voice called out, “Pat Feldhaus!” Imagine my surprise to see a church friend from Chico which reinforces my “Small World” theory.
Next stop was Pisac (elev. 9,500- 11,000 ft.), another Inca site, situated at the top of a switchback road. Our group took a walking tour on the cobblestone streets of the town and we were invited into some of the homes where good luck dolls along with dried corn hung from the ceilings while guinea pigs scurried around on the earthen floors.
Since I believe that discretion is the better part of valor, I explored the lower levels of the historic location while the others climbed around some of the huge agricultural terraces. Then we descended by bus further into the valley to sleep at the Sonesta Posada del Inca in Yucay where the mattresses were on the floor.
