We’re situated in Aguas Calientes, which is a twenty-five minute drive from Machu Picchu. We rode a train for about two hours this morning, talking to Elena and her husband, who live in Spokane, WA. Elena is from Mexico.
Mostly we talked about our trip, where we’re going, how long it is, what we’re doing for school, and all that stuff.
Everyone was excited to see the start of the Inca Trail, which is four days long and really high and I’m glad we’re not doing it!
In Aguas Calientes, we couldn’t find the man with a sign with our names on it, so we just walked to our hotel after finding it on a map. It was raining, of course, which made it Aguas Frios instead of Aguas Calientes.
After Dad had a lie-about, we walked around the town. Mom and I went into a jewelry shop, and when we exited, Ethan and Dad had disappeared down the Via de Escape alley. Eventually they came back and told us what they’d found: a platform that could hold four people in case of an emergency.
“What would you have to worry about here?” I asked.
“Tsunamis,” Dad replied.
“Yeah, it said something about ‘huevos,’” Ethan added.
“Huevos?” Mom asked. “Do you know what that means?”
“Eggs, Ethan. Eggs.”