Peru was amazing. After a hella long journey, we flew from Seattle to Dallas to Lima to Cusco, then took a cab ride from Cusco to the small town of Pisac, where we put up our feet, relaxed, while we acclimatized to the altitude change. Well, at least I did. Brent and Jag decided to drink Pisco Sours into the night while running around the town like school children. The next morning we woke, I feeling great, and them with pounding headaches. We're not sure if it was the altitude or the drinks either way, I win. We stayed at the most adorable little spot - the Pisac Inn. It was cozy, the staff friendly, and the food fantastic. We spent our days in Pisac wandering around the ruins, checking out the local market, and exploring, and the nights were spent drinking Pisco Sours by the fire, while enjoying the local Andean music. Pisac was laid back and quaint, the perfect setting to get our barring's and prepare for our journey to Machu Picchu.

We spent a couple of days in Pisac, before heading to Ollantaytambo.