Six weeks on the road and I’m a gonna make it home tonight… well, not tonight, exactly, but the day after tomorrow night. Apologies to Dave Dudley for misquoting his classic sixties country and western song. And apologies to those who are not as familiar with (or as fond of) old country songs as me. We are in the home stretch of our trip… and I’m happy to be almost home.
Mostly because I am tired. Soooo tired. Extended travel can be wonderful. And it can also be exhausting. Especially at the pace we’ve been setting since we left Arequipa, Peru a couple of weeks ago. After Bariloche we spent six wonderful days in and around Salta, including the best road trip we’ve ever taken. I’m saving that post for when we get home and I can do it justice. Then we were off to Peru and five days in Arequipa. Followed by tours, and bus trips, and island dancers. I have a priceless video of Hubby dancing on Isla Taquile in Lake Titikaka. Then there was the wonderful food, breathtaking scenery, heartbreaking poverty, and kindly, smiling people everywhere we went. This is a shot I took on our Colca Canyon trek. We’d stopped for coca tea, and a visit to the “banos,” and I made two new friends. This is me (looking a bit rugged, as we say downeast) with Mary, her little brother and his (rather hapless) new kitten.
The culmination of our time in Peru was, of course, our journey to Machu Picchu. No…. we did not trek up the mountain. We didn’t even contemplate doing that four day hike. As Hubby said when asked, “We know our limits. Those days are gone.” Long gone, my friends. I like hiking. I love camping. I felt okay in the high altitude with a day or so of acclimatization. But all three together. No way, Jose.
Yep, Peru has been wonderful. When we are back in Ottawa, I’ll write a more extensive post about what we’ve been doing and seeing. The highs and lows. The melt-downs. Mine, of course. The people we’ve met. And the food we ate… and didn’t eat. This is me, below, waiting for my mid-morning cappuccino on our last morning in Cusco. The very picture of the weary traveller. Right before I summoned up a grin when, in reply to my comment that I looked like you-know-what, Hubby said that at least my hair looked good. Ah. He does know the way to a girl’s heart. Liar that he is.
And now we’re in Lima. And, holy cow, are we tired! Tired like Madeline Kahn in “Blazing Saddles.” Remember that song… “I’m… so… tired?” The kind of tired where you feel like a well wrung-out dish cloth. Or maybe like a limp, over-cooked noodle. All loose-limbed, and a bit spacey in the head. The kind of tired where you can’t summon up enthusiasm for much at all. Except a nap. Or a nice cup of tea and a good book. Oh my… I’d kill for a great cup of tea. The coffee down here has been delicious. But… sigh… I miss my cuppa.
And you know what else I miss? Toast and peanut butter. A big bowl of popcorn, “Masterpiece Mystery” on television, and a fire in our wood stove. A nice glass of Pinot noir… instead of Malbec. My real clothes. I am so very tired of my fleece vest and my hiking boots.
And I miss my family and friends.
So we fly out of Lima early, early on Tuesday morning. Middle of the night, more like. But that’s okay. We are so very ready to go home. Travel is amazing. Wonderful. We are lucky to be able to travel as much as we do. Really lucky.
And more importantly, we’re so very lucky to be going home to a country that is safe and economically stable, and to a life that is pretty darned good. Even if it is still snowing when we get there.
See? I told you I could still conjure up a smile. Gad. I better message Carmen to make sure she can fit me in for a cut and colour when I get home. My hair is like straw. Sigh. I know… I’m so shallow.
And once we are home, and the laundry is done, and we have food in the house, and I’ve slept in until at least ten o’clock for at least two or three days, and I’ve had a day to do nothing but drink tea and read my book… I’ll get back to you. I can’t wait to tell you more about our adventures.
Until then, mis amigos.