Words cannot describe the beauty of Macchu Picchu. That sentence also seems to inadequate.
It is a city built on a peak called "Old Moutain" (Macchu Piichu) under another peak called "Great Mountain (Huayna Picchu). I've seen some things that I thought were beautiful, but on Macchu Picchu I found that my eyes could not look away while my heart would not rise from its humbled state. the urge to pray or sing unsettled y soul the entire day. That is a great unsettling!!
Robert took pictures last year, got home, and erased them. He said they did it so little justice he couldn't stand it. I understand, but here are some of my pics.
While in town, I had the pleasure of eating Alpaca. It was not bad (but there is a reason we eat beef!!!). As we finished eating, a parade came down the street. There were little girls dressed beautifully and boys dressed as terrible demons. They were carrying a "saint" on a litter through the streets. I asked our waiter Jorge what was happening. He said, "those Catholics do this". "Those Catholics", I thought...hmmmm. I asked him what he believed. He lived a time in New York, so he saw Jews, Christians, and Muslims. He told me how they all agreed on one thing...God. So, he just believed in God. We quickly discussed John 14:6.
He told me he wanted to believe in Jesus but couldn't be sure. He is now the proud owner of a Santa Biblia with any verse I could think of underlined and earmarked. He genuinely seemed willing to consider it. Pray for Jorge.
At the end of the day, we took an hour and half train ride and a three hour bus ride back to Cuzco. It was late so all we could order was (you guessed it) pizza. I think it was the best pizza ever, but I was starving. Alpaca doesn't really stick to the ribs!!!
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