Pisco Sours and Shopping

Well, we finally made it to Lima around midnight after a couple of delays. On the plus side our room was on a total party floor. DJs, rooftop pool, some sort of angry birds themed going away party...weird. We decided to partake (shock), so we only got in a few hours sleep before we had to jet set it down to Cusco. Hangover+Altitude+winding mountain roads+sleep deprivation=VERY long day. But no rest for the weary! We dropped off the bags at our lovely hotel and grabbed a taxi for the small town of Pisaq, where the Sunday market is famous throughout Peru. And hit it we did! Everything was so colorful and vibrant. Pink, red, green, yellow, orange, turquoise splashed across the market like it was a canvas and the locals lived on a rainbow. I loved watching the ladies in their bright alpaca wool skirts and funny pointy hats dance around the main plaza. Tiny goats would cuddle up to small children sitting on the sidewalk enjoying Popsicles. The whole scene is so alive it's nearly sensory overload. And the food! Dinner was cilantro lamb and alpaca steak with pisco sours (you were wrong, Ty. They are amazingly good...like a piña colada and margarita had a baby and named it pisco sour). And the view was to die for! We ate outside looking down on the spectacle of the main plaza and surrounded by the terraced peaks of the Andes! I seriously almost cried out of pure joy (or exhaustion from the last 36 hours). After another pisco (naughty but good) we hightailed it home for a well deserved rest before we explore Cuzco tomorrow. Night night all from the Southern hemisphere.