The river that flows through the Valley of the Sacred Incas. Walking it into town was awesome. Such a crazy strong current.
On that walk I got to watch a sheep chase a cow all the way down it. That was one angry sheep!
The market had everything you could ever want. A lot of the locals who live up in the mountains and can't make it down everyday come on Sundays to sell their stuff. There were a lot of Rasta peeps from the US too.
Cool blues.
The vegetables taste so different down there. They have a lot more life and flavor. I wanted to eat everything I saw. Last night I made some quinoa soup last night to remind me of how good we ate in Peru. Que bueno!
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