The capital of the United States, Washington D.C., features an impressive array of historical artifacts and buildings. This weekend I visited a lot of them and was unexpectedly drawn in by the allure surrounding them.
It’s been 15 years since our last meeting. I was young(er) and curious with unrealistic expectations of you, while you were still in recovery from a horrible event. One year had passed since 9/11 but I could still see it in your eyes. The suspicion with which you regarded me, searching for hidden agendas that never were.
I didn’t expect to be back in Krakow four months later, but here I am. The city was already beautiful in spring but it’s absolutely gorgeous in summertime as well.
My weary feet has reached Valparaiso. After almost a month of traveling across the South American continent I realize that this is as far south as I will come, due to weather conditions (yeah, it’s winter down there). Dear Patagonia, I will say hello another time.
A life-long dream came true this morning, as I stood upon the mountain looking down at Machu Picchu. I felt like some strange mix between Indiana Jones and a small boy, gazing down upon the final treasure of the Incas. Perched deep in the Peruvian mountains, shrouded in mists. No wonder the conquistadors never found it.
I’ve been crossing the equator several times before, but I’ve never actually stood on it until now! Of course it’s big business here, in Spanish even the word “ecuador” means “equator”.
