I told myself I wasn’t going to do it, yet there I was getting harnessed into a contraption that would send me whirring Lord knows how many meters above canyons, gorges, rocks, and everything I said I wouldn’t be flying over.
I’ve gone skydiving in North Carolina (and turned down a second opportunity to do so in New Zealand), scuba diving in Australia, and rappelling in Venezuela. At this point, I figured I’ve tested my luck enough. I didn’t need to go zip lining in Peru.
But, of course, my girls wanted to go zip lining in Peru.
And, of course, I wanted to just hike and hang out with them one last time before they headed back to the States and I continued traveling alone.
My adamant “no,” to “I’ll hike while y’all zip line,” to “yes, I’ll zip line since I paid for it anyways,” to just “yes” has made me realize that some of the best experiences in my life have been from saying yes when I originally wanted to say no.
Zip lining an hour outside of Cuzco fits into this category.
Though my eyes watered as the cool air whipped my face and the whirring of the safety clip against metal cables had me praying every time I swung out on the line, I got to see magnificent views like this:
Sheep trundled beneath me as I literally flew through the air Superman style (ok, ok…I only did Superman style once and it was in tandem with an instructor), the air smelled fresh–almost sweet–, and I felt at peace within the mountains. Peace, for me, is in the mountains and beaches.
Leaving nature’s embrace for a city lunch, the girls and I ate on Marcelo Batata’s terrace until the rain ushered us inside. The view of baked orange rooftops and church domes was breathtaking and made the laid-back lunch all the more special.
After the ladies left for the airport, I went to dinner at Limo. With a stunning view of La Plaza de Armas, I ate to my heart’s contentment. Limo was just one more reminder of Peru’s huge food culture, which was something I was not aware of before visiting the country.
The walk back to my hotel was stressful because La Plaza de Armas was packed with people for a Holy Week celebration. One could barely move.
Eventually, I managed to be back in my hotel room snuggled under the covers as…club music pulsed all night. My hotel was across the street from two night clubs, but no matter.
Tomorrow I would be boarding a train to visit one of the Wonders of the World.
Tomorrow I would be going to Machu Picchu.