We awoke around
7:30. The night was freezing and the beds were terrible, but I slept
decent. We packed our stuff and moved it to the other hostal. Piccola
Laconda was recommended to me by my friend Raechel who had been in
Peru the year before, so we decided to try it out. The people at the
desk were super nice, the place was awesome. 3 beds, a bath with hot
water, a rooftop terrace overlooking the plaza. All the rooms have
names and pictures of family members on the door, our room was their
son's, Matteo. Fittingly, my name en espanol. It is clean, nice, and
has everything we need. It is s/90-120 per night, but after we split
it, it's only about $15 each.
We took nice,
long hot showers and went out to do some shopping and get lunch. I
bought some carabiners, socks and more souvenirs. We found a little
pizza place to eat overlooking a small square where there was dancing
and music. We ate on the balcon and the food was ok. I could have
eaten a guinea pig, and I wish I did. Still haven't done it yet, but
definitely a goal. Probably Tuesday. After lunch we hit up 2 museums
and enjoyed more festivities walking around the squares and the
plaza.
The Inka Museum
(s/10) was pretty neat and the Pre-Columbian art museum (s/20) was
okay as well. Both had a lot of ceramics, pottery and textiles. I'm a
little more into art, sculpture and photography, but it was a good
time.
After regrouping
at the hotel, my brother had sent me some information I needed and I
used the internet for a bit back at the hotel. After that, we decided
to walk to a nearby neighborhood with a reputation for artists, food
etc. It was a really cool walk, uphill and through small passages
with seemingly endless amounts of shops and hostals. We saw the 12
sided mother stone made by the Inca on one of the buildings, looked
in a few shops and went back to the hotel to get our things and went
to the travel agency to get a briefing for the trip.
We were served
coca tea and there were about 16 of us. All English speaking. A few
from Arizona, some from California, others from England, and some,
not sure. They broke down the hike for us, gave other instructions,
info on amenities and so forth. We left afterwards and found a gyro
place to eat dinner. It was delicious, a huge meal, and the falafel
was great. And cheap! $14 for two big meals and 3 beers.
I have to rant
though...As we were eating, two sets of English speakers came in and
ordered takeout, or attempted to. No Spanish skills at all, and they
thought by talking louder, the woman might understand a foreign
language better. I could tell they were the types of guys with the
“if they're in our country, they should speak our language”
douchebags, and yet the rules don't apply to them. The second one
ordered, waited 15 minutes for his food, then saw the worker take
money, then touch the tortilla a few minutes after, and said in
English, “You can't do that, love. Disgusting!” and left, telling
me, “You speak Spanish, explain it to her.” I could have punched
him in the face. All I said though, was, “This isn't England,
dude.” I thought it was a pretty fancy place for Peru. She was
wearing gloves. And the Spanish comment...learn your own fucking
Spanish asshole. The gall.
Our meal was
delicious, we paid and left. We got back to the hostal and made sure
we were all packed and ready, I wrote, and now bed. Macchu Picchu
tomorrow!! :) 4am. :(
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