I’ve just said my goodbyes to Merce + Nedella. They’re leaving for Cuzco on foot tomorrow, so we won’t be seeing each other again. The way life is, we will likely never hang out again, which is a shame, but we made great use of the time we all spent together, which is a blessing. Either way, I know I will always look back very fondly on our time together, and the luck/fate that made it all possible.
It’s interesting that one of the first things I should want to talk about I haven’t: Machu Picchu. I went there expecting something – I don’t know what, but I don’t think I found it. Or maybe what I really found was that Machu Picchu is an expression of the Inca ability to understand and form a symbiotic relationship with the earth and nature.
What I think I discovered is that the city of Machu Picchu is not powerful or mystical. It is just a city. But the area is was built to be a part of – that is powerful.
I’m hiking to the top of Machu Picchu mountain tomorrow…maybe I’ll have answers then. All I know for now is that Machu Picchu isn’t the answer…whatever the question may be.
The journey, however, that may very well hold the key.