Ever since I was thirteen years old, I have always wanted to see Machu Picchu. I saw an image of the sacred ruins somewhere…National Geographic, Discovery Channel, something like that. And finally, I was here. Standing where the Incans stood. I was here.
We awoke early, and got in line at the entrance gate before the sun was even up. Hours before. And we weren’t the first.
Practically skipping with excitement, we climbed stairs and skirted mountain paths as the sun rose. The sky was opening up! And by the time we reached the Sun Gate, magnificent Machu Picchu stood crystal clear in the distance. It felt glorious. Mariel and I marveled at our accomplishment.