It’s been real, it’s been fun, but…
Anyways…after the whole Macchu Pichu experience, we went to some hot pots.
By the way, am I the only one who calls them hot pots? I guess you say “geysers” or “hot springs”? But I like hot pots; I think it’s the most descriptive.
On the way back we ran into some Utahns and chatted them up for a quick minute. They assumed Brett and I were honeymooning.
It is shocking how often I am assumed to be married to the man/boy/dude that I happen to be out and about with. Especially since I see myself like Sandra Cisneros–“nobody’s mother and nobody’s wife.”
After the hot pots, a long train ride, and much hullabaloo, we made it back to Cuzco, found a cheap(ish) hostel, and settled in. Then I woke in the morning, showered, packed, and left without saying goodbye.
All that remained was Lima, then home, which is true for our purposes here on this blog, as well.