As most of you know by now I am a realist, and as one of my least favourite traits it is always the first 'person' to crush my dreams. Being a realist means that I always think of the things a lot of other people don't when I'm planning a trip or thinking of all the places around the world I'd love to see. But for the first time, in a long time, the realist on my shoulder didn't say anything, it just sat there in silence rolling the words around its mouth; Machu Picchu, Machu Picchu, Machu Picchu.
At a dinner last weekend I heard about this place for this first time. My cousin and I were discussing his honeymoon plans and he mentioned this place, Machu Picchu, that he'd love to visit sometime. He told me that it's in Peru, South America, and its a part of the Inca Trail. Now the Inca Trail I'd heard about, but the idea that there is this hidden city of ruins high up in the mountains just seemed so exciting. I'm not generally a big fan of hiking or venturing outdoors to do anything too adventurous; an outdoor music festival has enough dirt for me for one weekend! But, this idea has been floating around in my head for a couple of days now and just Google-ing some pictures has brought to this conclusion...
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