On Top of the World

Photo I took October 1999, on a ledge overlooking Machu Picchu. That is Huyana Picchu in the distance.
Photo I took Oct. '99, on a ledge overlooking Machu Picchu. Huyana Picchu in the distance.
Confession: I’m fat in one of my favorite photos, and I’m not afraid or embarassed to share it with you today. The photo you’ll see in this entry means the world to me, embodying everything I want to be–regardless of my size.

The fall of 1999, I studied abroad in Buenos Aires, Argentina, one of the most amazing experiences of my life. While I loved every inch of Argentina, my host family and my university, I wanted to explore more of South America.

I’d dreamed of traveling to Peru and visiting Machu Picchu ever since I started taking Spanish classes my freshman year of high school. Everything about it just mesmerized me, and when the opportunity to go to Peru arose that semester abroad, four friends and I jumped on it.

We plotted and planned for weeks, and before we knew it, we were on a Lloyd Air Boliviano flight from Buenos Aires to La Paz, Bolivia, where our trek to Peru would begin (via Lake Titicaca, straddling both Peru and Bolivia, and Cuzco, the ancient Incan capital).

They call Machu Picchu a spiritual vortex, and to be honest, I didn’t believe it until I was actually there. Something literally transforms you. Continue reading “On Top of the World”