Highlights from Peru: 2 Months in Photos

Now that I am back in NYC after my amazing 2 month journey through Peru, I have had more time to reflect on just how incredible this trip was. Sometimes it takes going back to your old routine to appreciate that special moment in time.

I will still be sharing stories, photos and videos from my journey, but for now, I would like to leave you with a glimpse of some of my favorite moments from Peru.

These are 2 variations of the traditional reed boats on the floating islands of Lake Titicaca. Each boat is made entirely of dried reeds and filled with empty water bottles, and is steered with paddles and a Eucalyptus pole. Floating down the lake on one of these handmade boats is a surreal experience.

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Photo of the Day: Traditional Duds on the Floating Islands

One of my favorite things about visiting a new country is scoping out the local fashion. So when I spent three nights on the floating reed islands of Lake Titicaca, I jumped at the chance to have a photo op dressed in the traditional garb of the Islas Uros.

The women all wear brightly colored outfits from softly draped skirts, to warm, woolen sweaters, to pom pom accessories. I styled mine as a necklace, but this piece is typically worn as a fastening at the bottom of each woman’s long braids. Rocking the Peruvian kicks I picked up in Cusco, and with my jeans peeking out, I look like a typical Gringa!

What do YOU think of the local style?

Blame it on the Altitude

After our tumultuous bus ride into Cusco, I was looking forward to four long days of resting, eating delicious Peruvian food, and mostly just adjusting to the altitude. After a luxuriously long shower (finally, hot water!) we settled in for the night.

We woke up fifteen hours later, blinking through our sleep induced haze.
The next four days passed by in a blur of sleeping, eating, and resting. Although the altitude never made me as sick as it had on that fateful bus ride, I felt incapacitated on a daily basis. Just climbing the stairs was an effort, one that I rewarded with a long nap in our hostel’s centrally located hammocks. Instead of feasting on Ceviche and Aji de Gallina, I found myself craving pasta, pizza, and every carbohydrate I could lay my hands on. My body felt like it was working overtime to compensate for the lack of oxygen. Continue reading