Bunch of Stuff Sitting in my Photos (or Google Photo Fragments)

Hey, it's been a while everyone! 

To be clear, when I say "everyone" I mean no one, probably just me in the future, happening to be scrolling into the past, revisiting the good old blog. So, hello future me! 

I am working on two huge blog posts, most of which have been worked on in various forms for the past few months but could just never get around to finishing them. The longer one is a post on the 2013 Spurs team and it included re-watching their playoff run, so, it's taken a good while. I would like to say it's been worth the wait, but really, no one's been waiting for them.  

So, it's coming soon....? Sometime in the next year for SURE.  

In the meantime, I was perusing my Google Photos app tonight and thought, why not make it a blog? Here are some random photos from the last few months of my life. 

Last fall, our little kitty Kirby never came home he was almost two years old.  He was basically my cat, he loved me the most and everyone knew it. I finally caved and we got a new kitten this past summer. We named her Wemby, after ya know, Wemby. I guess I finally like her more than I used to I can be stubbornly loyal. I still miss the Kirbster though. This photo was taken this past Saturday. 

I'm ready for mushrooms, just gotta find someone I trust to get some and find someone I trust to watch me as I take them. 

Does this mean I have to write a blog post about this dumb shit? I kinda want too and kinda hate the idea. 

Just a meme I sent my buddy.

So this bumper sticker was on a van in front of me last month. If you can't read it, it says "hey babe, i farted". I don't know why any reasonable human would get this bumper sticker. Nonetheless, I support this bumper sticker and it made me happy. 

I was reading a small reprint of Peanuts and sent this one to my oldest daughter C. I dunno, I like it.

We were in downtown SA a few weeks back and I saw this mural. Just makes me love SA a little more.

I was almost attacked by a bobcat in Colorado.

I saw this frozen waterfall in Colorado. Cool!!

As part of our winter trip was also visited Meow Wolf. This little piece spoke to me. 

That's all for now folks, stay warm, stay dry and enjoy a hot chocolate with marshmallows before the spring comes! 

How 2020 Didn't Suck (a personal and incomplete list)

2020 has been a terrible and tragic year. My condolences to anyone reading this that has lost a loved one due to COVID. My wife's grandmother was a victim this past summer. 

That said, 2020 could have been worse. One of my constant strivings is to have more gratitude in my life. So here are the ways 2020 didn't suck for me (somewhat in chronological order). 

We moved into our new home the first week of January. Hard to believe it's been almost one year. We had a ton of help from wonderful people. So glad we were here during the pandemic. We needed the room when all the kids were here for school. 

We went to an amazing Ben Folds concert in February. He played a great set, basically, what I thought a Ben Fold concert would be...he was funny and we had a blast.  It was a bit of an indulgence but he is one of the last performers I want to see before I die (still have Sloan to get to one of these days). 

We were able to take a family trip to New Orleans right before (or as) the pandemic was starting. In retrospect, if we knew then what we know now, we would have never gone. However, the world was different and it all felt so far away. Our trip included a visit to the Whitney Plantation. I whole-heartily recommended it to all Americans.  It is the only plantation in the US that focuses exclusively on the lives of slaves, it is ugly and sad but also beautiful. Check it out if you ever find ourself in NO, it's just a little ways out of town.  We also got to eat really good food and had fun exploring the city including getting caught in a rain storm one evening.  We had a lot of fun taking the trolley from our hotel to the city park and had a lovely time there (including riding a two-person bike that carried our whole family).  We were soooo lucky we were able to have a family trip before the pandemic. It was a family trip that we'll remember forever. 

It feels like a different world doesn't it? 

The pandemic hit and the first few weeks, we made the most of it. We had our own art show in the house, had a Chip Dinner, with pretzels, chips, nachos, etc. (this will become an annual event at our home) and had a fun game night with prizes. 

I also let my oldest daughter shave my legs for five bucks. Yeah, I charged her for that.  

We were outside a lot more. The natural world was my wife's refuge and she and my son bonded over fishing in a park about 40 minutes away. They went there nearly once every two weeks at some point. Closer to home, we explored our nearest park and discovered a back trail with a ton of wild blackberries (dubbing the path "Blackberry Way").  

I admit I do not know the name of this variety but they were delicious. We made several trips over late March-early April. Stuff just tastes better when you are finding it yourself! 

I watched some good television. My favorites included The Plot Against America and The Watchmen (which was outstanding). I started The Good Place and it's fine but I kinda got bored sometime in Season 2.  I'll finish it up soon (maybe). The Mandorlarion season 2 was just okay, too much fan service at the end though. 

Another photo from a Mother's Day outing. 

This photo comes from a nature walk June. This was a serene, lonely walk I was able to take as I snuck away from the fam for a few minutes. I could hear the echoes of people far away as I sat down to enjoy the view of the water. It was wonderful. 

I was able to write about Carl freaking Barks for a graduate course and I will be presenting that paper on a panel this summer at a conference (crossing fingers we can still go). I might post about this when it happens. 

I was also able to write about Confucius for my second class, which was great. It felt good to dive into something I know well and I learned a ton as well. I wrote about the relationship between Yan Hui and Confucius for those scoring at home. 

Overall, my wife planned many outings and I have to say she was definitely one of the better things of 2020. 

We went to the beach in June and later in July to celebrate my wife's birthday. Both times, I must admit, I had a great time. Usually, I am not a huge fan of the beach but these trips were special. We splurged a bit on the second trip at a stay at a very nice Airbnb (although we spilt the cost with my inlaws). 

At sunrise, me and the boy (age 8).

I did a lot more of the cooking the last 10 months, in part because I wanted to and in part, because my wife has more voice lessons in the late afternoon/early evening. I think the best thing I made was Chicken Parmesan. I did some other stuff that was good but just not as outstanding as this dish...shoulda taken some pics! 

Oh yeah, Trump lost. Think of it, the guy has lost the popular vote in two elections by a combined total of over 10 million votes. What a big, diarrhea-faced baby. I don't usually wish bad things to happen to people, its kinda of a personal value of mine, but I'm not rooting for this guy's health. Trump is a dangerous cancer to our society and I'm hoping the patient undergoes chemo and radiation soon. 

I played a bunch of retro games since the pandemic and I added some Genesis classics to my SNES classic. I finally beat  Rocket Knight Adventures. I had that game as a kid and it beat the crap out of me back then. Why were games so hard back then???  Of course, I beat it with save states, do you think I am insane and I have the time to dedicate my life to the game? 

I broke down and got the little Game&Watch: SMB this fall.  What can I say? I own the portable Oregon Trail and a mini-key chain Galaga. It's right up my alley. It was too expensive for what it is, but I had a blast with it and my kids and I are still fighting through SMB 2.  

I think the family has gotten closer in many ways (sometimes too close) but it's been a blessing to spend more time with the kids. I have a freshman in HS for goodness sake, she won't be here forever. I am a little sad she didn't get the full experience (she's in marching band which just wasn't the same) but also, it's cool to eat lunch with her or check in on her day randomly at 2:30. 

I have been starting to feel hope for next year and started planning (at least in my head and a few peeks on Google Maps) to the Grand Canyon, Colorado, etc. We'll see. 

It's been a tough year and I didn't list all the sad stuff or challenges we have faced. I hope you can also find gratitude for the good in your life this year, stranger. In the meantime, call your Mom this week and don't forget to do that thing you keep putting off. 

Fun with my Scanner: At the Beach with Dad

I am about at the lowest level novice on Photoshop Elements. I can work some basic stuff, but I am very limited. A few weeks ago I was messing around with an old photo of my Dad and I and I thought it the end result was pretty cool.

Here was the first one:

Obviously the color was awful, and while it's a nice photo, the more I looked at it the more unsightly I found that pole on the right. Although I am quite sure I used the wrong and harder method, I finally removed it and this is how it came out: 

I also zoomed in because that kid's head was giving me issues. I really like how that sailboat now sticks out a little more and adds a splash of color to the photo. 

Today, I found out a childhood friend's father died unexpectedly this morning. He was a few years older than my dad but he wasn't obese or obviously unhealthy. He was a gruff guy and my most lasting memory of him was that he would eat shrimp tales, just cause.  I lost touch with my friend during high school, so it's not like I was close to him or his dad. 

Even still it got me thinking about my parents and especially my dad. My dad and I don't always see eye to eye on a lot of things (what father and son do?) but he's my dad and I love him. I would like to think we're more different than similar but I don't know how true that really is. We share the same laugh, the same charming sarcasm (just enough but not too much) and the same laid back approach to  life. He was the template on which I built the first version of me. So, here's to my dad. I hope he doesn't die anytime soon. 

Also, the shirt he has on in this photo is awesome. 

Peru Fragments: Part IV: Climbing the Dream

In the summer of 2014 I taught a short-term study abroad program to Peru. Here is my fourth post of fragments on the trip. Here was Part III.

After the wonderful dinner and star-gazing from the night before, we were all a little slow to rise. Plans were hatching that would split our crew up into two groups. One group wanted to go back to Cuzco and attempt to attend the Inti Reyma.  We had planned on this being a possibility but had not been able to score tickets. This is the annual event that celebrates the sun and it would be a great opportunity for all of us.

We were told that tickets to the event were sold out and that the cheapest ticket would have to be bought from scalpers at over a hundred bucks! Plus, we would have to take the hour-plus trip back to Cuzco.  I was torn but I really didn't want to pay money for an unknown. Even if we got tickets,  I had no idea what the seats would be with. Plus,sitting in the sun all day in large crowd sounded unappealing. I just had a bad feeling about the whole endeavor. Besides, I had an plan for us back in Ollantanytambo. I loved the "small town" atmosphere and knew we were going back to Cuzco later in the trip anyway.

After a nice quiet breakfast at the hotel, the two groups parted ways. The group that went back to Cuzco was comprised of only students. I am sure this broke a rule or violated some ethical study abroad guidelines, but hear me out. The three students that went were well equipped for their adventure. One was an 34-year old US military vet and a well-worn world traveler (she was unafraid of just about any situation) and another was a Spanish speaker. It seemed a perfect match.

Our group rode one of the motos down to the bus stop and took a taxi to back to Ollantanytambo. We planned going up the trail El Camino a Pinkuylluna. This was a path up the mountain that was opposite of the Sun Temple that we had been at the day before.  On the mountain there were several granaries that stored food for the Inca community. Because it was higher elevation and kept at a cooler temperature, the food was sure to last longer. Most of the store-houses were about the size of a small apartment or home but we made our goal of the day to make it to the largest structure on the mountain.

Our first problem was finding the path! The trail-head was extremely difficult to find and was not well-marked at all. Maybe we were just oblivious, but if you're looking for the entrance, keep your eyes open!  The travel book I had with me was unclear and even asking a few locals, we still couldn't find it (although we got a good tour of the city). After an hour, we finally found that we had walked right past it earlier in our journey! Doh!

This was the street that Pinkuylluna is on. Cool little cobblestone road.



Even though there was a skull and cross bones, that just made the whole climb feel more fun. I can't recommend this hike enough. It's free and you are free explore as you wish. I heard online some folks paid a guide and that's completely not necessary. Just start climbing, and have fun! At least on the day we went, it was pretty empty as well. One of these days, someone will do something stupid and they won't allow people to roam free on and around the ruins. It almost felt like you were getting away with something. 

One of our members was a little out of shape, while the rest of us were moderately "in shape". The climb starts pretty steep, so we had to watch our step and our hands. My colleague managed to get a cactus needle in his hand while he was trying to take a picture. After about 40-60 minutes into our climb, our out- of-shape student said we could move forward without her. While we encouraged her to come with us, I think we were all relieved about her decision. She hung out in one of the old granaries all by her lonesome, but at least she had a heck of a view of the valley. 

Every few minutes we would climb to a new ridge and find another granary to explore. There were multiple paths as well that offered too many choices. I instantly regretted the time we wasted finding the trail and thought it would have been even better to leave earlier in the morning to have more time to explore.  Something got into me as we made our ascent. During our climb I started climbing ahead of the other two, just climbing crazy, like a mad man. We had the trails pretty much to ourselves, so it just felt like my own mountain. It was great. 

This was about as high as I would go.  We decided to veer to our left (the photo's right) to get to the largest granary, plus we needed to plan for climbing back down, eating lunch and catching a ride back to Urubamba. 

Look, I'm getting all 21st century on ya with the first selfie of the blog!

This had been our goal, the largest granary on the mountain. Years ago, I had seen pictures of these very store house online in my early research of our program. I had even forgotten about it, until the path turned around the bend and there it was. It was other-worldly. 

The afternoon sun made the rocks gleam as if they were made of gold. I waited for C and the other student to arrive. I took it all in and enjoyed the moment alone. On a group trip like this, alone time is at a premium.  Having an ancient Incan ruin to yourself is pretty darn sweet.  

 I took a few pictures and then I  did something that while inappropriate, it was completely necessary inside the granary. Don't judge me! It wasn't a holy site and the granary afforded me the privacy that was necessary. Besides, it would be another two hours before I could find a proper bathroom. 

I find doorways without doors are pretty cool. 

After a short rest and more photography at this granary, we headed back down the mountain. We had some solid sandwiches at Hearts Cafe. I had the hummus and tomato sandwich- thumbs up for me. There is good food to be had at this little place and a nice second story to people watch in the town below. They also had wifi, and that's always nice.  It was one of those late lunches that only means you'll skip dinner and later be starving at 10 o'clock.

We caught a taxi back to Urabamba but for some crazy reason we walked from the bus station back to our hotel. We stopped by a local park and riverside and the river was nice - if you didn't look down at the trash.  We continued our walk but we realized how silly it was given how tired we were. We discussed hailing a taxi or moto but never did and it made less and less sense the closer we got. We stopped at a convenience store for ice cream and finally, after an hour of walking from the bust station, we came upon our hotel, exhausted.  

One of the motos in Ollanta.  Baby Jesus and Mary above the tiger with wings, inside a Bat-Man symbol, surrounded by reversed Nike swooshes.  Could this get any cooler? Also, Ying-Yang symbol on the mud flaps. Sweet. 

There was a bit of drama as we hadn't heard from the other team. But after a strange text and a short phone call, we found out they were on their way back. They arrived at 9 or 10 and we had "class" by exchanging stories of our day. Apparently, they had a great adventure as well and their tickets and seats were great! Our class time got a little heated, as C had them talking about peace and conflict and well, conflict happened. It was our first sign of strain on the group but it all worked out in the end.  

I think I snacked a little on my snack reserve, knowing I could enjoy a big breakfast at the hotel in the morning.  I had packed crackers, dried banana chips, Cliff bars, peanuts, etc. for just this kinda thing. Also in my backpack: AAA batteries, tissue, hand sanitizer, band aides and of course pens and pencils. Just call me a boy scout. 

One last look at our hotel. 

The next morning we had a nice leisurely breakfast before we were moving up in elevation once again. This time we drove to our highest peak of the Sacred Valley, (12,100 ft.), Misminay. It was a nice drive up sloping mountains and our drives were always quiet and relaxing.  Usually on these bus trips I would occasionally look down below and wonder, "Wow, if the driver had a brain aneurysm, we would all die".  

Misminay is a village that embraces tourism as a way to make their lives better. It was great. I had seen this quick BBC video clip about the village before we left for the trip.

I had mixed feelings soon after we arrived. They did they a little welcome as they did in the video above. It felt slightly forced and it felt slightly exploitative.  On the other hand, it was tourists like me that helped keep their way of life and beliefs intact (I hope) and allowed them to make their lives easier. I mean, I felt exploited later when they started to hawk their stuff. I dunno, capitalism....this is what it does.

Although some of it felt like a show, it felt like there were some "real" moments as well (???).  We shucked some corn with the villagers and then shared a blessing ceremony to Pachamama with coca leaves and chicha. The chicha is traditionally fermented with spit and I wondered if this was the case with this batch.  We were offered each a sip and I felt as thought I couldn't refuse. It wasn't as sweet as I was expecting but hey, I've never tasted corn juice fermented by spit.

Blessing and prayer to Pachamama

The village was an amazing display of the strength of the indigenous faith and belief system. I was under the impression that the mestizo culture and the Catholic Church had over-run or incorporated indigenous belief into it's own system. However, what I was finding out was that for many indigenous peoples, the belief systems weren't mixed. The two systems existed as two concurrent systems that didn't contradict one another but complimented one other. Offer a prayer and blessing to Pachamama, then go to church later that day. What seemed like contradiction to us, seemed logical to the people.

After the blessing, we had a home-cooked meal, which was pretty good with some serious, kick-ass chili peppers (it looked like pico de gallo but much spicier). Then the women of the village showed us how the women clean the wool, dye the wool and spin the wool of alpacas. Of course, when showtime was over, they started selling items.

After it was over, it was time to head back down to Ollantanytambo on a long bus ride back. We had a train to catch to a little place called Machu Picchu!!

Part V coming soon.....

Peru Fragments II: The Wonders of Cuzco

In the summer of 2014, I taught a short-term study abroad class in Peru. Here is part two of the Peru fragments (part one can be found here).

We arrived in Cuzco on a beautiful morning. Once we disembarked from the tiny little airport, old ladies were already selling coca leaves and coca candy. They say its supposed to help with the elevation sickness, but I think my students bought the coca leaves because it felt so rebellious. The hotel we were staying at provided coca tea for free right in the lobby. It has a smooth, subtle, earthy taste. I could feel the affects of the elevation about 20 minutes after landing. I had a headache and I felt slightly queasy. We stayed in the beautiful lobby, sipping our tea and chatting about what we wanted to do as this was a "free" day with no "official" activities planned. I think the tea helped ever so slightly and any help is better than no help. After a few minutes, we were ready to explore the city.

What can one say about Cuzco? It's beautiful, mystical, wondrous, amazing. Well, I guess I just said it, didn't I?  It's a city that makes you feel something. Maybe it's at altitude and being surrounded by the mountains, maybe the history buff in me was excited for being in the Incan capital or maybe it was something else altogether.  However, I find it unsurprising how many "New Age" hippies feel at home in Peru and especially in Cuzco. There's just a unique vibe to the city.



The sky says it all - our weather in Peru was as good as it could get. Sunny days, cool evenings and beautiful blue skies. This was in the Plaza de Armas looking back into town.

Our hotel was about a 25 minute walk to the Plaza de Armas and the road was a constant incline up into the heart of the city.  Most of us could already feel how the elevation effected our effort up the modest hill. All of us were short of breath and my heart felt as though I had been running rather than walking.  Thankfully, we stopped about halfway up to the plaza to grab a snack;  I had a tasty beef empanada, directly across from the beautiful Qurikancha.



Qurikancha. This was a massive church that was built upon an and equally massive Incan temple (you can see the black rocks are all the remain). It's an impressive sight and meant to show the dominance of the Spanish religion and culture over that of the native population. Time and time again, I would see the architecture "show" this fact but the culture today tells me otherwise. The native culture was changed, but in many ways it adapted rather than adopted Western culture and religion.

Although this was an "off" day, we really made the most of it. We explored, took pictures, and shopped in and around the plaza. We ate and early dinner looking out over the plaza - the food was okay but the view was worth it. June is "the month of Cuzco" so there were many celebrations and festivities to check out.

After dinner, we split up. Some students went back to the hotel to rest up for the evenings festivities while the rest of us went further past the plaza, walking further up the hills towards buildings that built on top of original Incan foundations and stones.



This is Hatun Rumiyoq street and it was great. Tiny sidewalks (maybe two feet across) going up the steep hill. Cars pass right alongside you while tourist shops and restaurants are on the other side. It's a steep climb, so we took quick visits as many of the shops. Some of them were quite high-scale, another hawked New Age rocks and the like.

 

A great example of the stone work and the integration of past and present.

 

 

Hey look, loyal readers, a rare picture of me on the blog. This is me next to the famed 12-sided rock on Hatun Rumiyoq.  It was pretty cool to touch it and know the history of this rock.  I know what you're thinking, "What's the big deal?" Go ahead, and imagine ancient people moving this stone up a hill and the craftsmanship involved in working it and fitting it around the other stones. Okay, see I told you it was pretty cool when you think of it that way, right?

 

It was nearing 9:00 and I was dead tired. I was still recovering from only having about 2.5 hours of sleep the night before.  So while everyone else was returning from the hotel to the plaza to listen to music and watch fireworks, I went back to the hotel early. It was nice to be alone. I took a shower, called the fam, read a little bit and went to sleep early, a little after 10:00.  I also managed to watch many of the festivities on the local television station anyway which included women dancing with the tinniest of bikinis in front of the church. Nice.

The next morning was very quiet. I was rooming with one of our students, F (as hippie as they come). He was getting his aura read and getting a massage from somewhere in the hotel (no, I'm not kidding).  Even C (my fellow instructor) was nowhere to be found, so I ate breakfast alone and caught a random parade that came by our hotel, as it was the "Week of Cuzco". It was colorful and loud. Sometimes the best moments in travel are the small, unexpected treats.

People think Cuzco is gay-friendly but this is just the Cuzco flag. It is pretty much everywhere in the city. The people of Cuzco are very proud of their city and its role in Incan history.  

We had time to grab an early lunch before our official tours of the day started. I was trying to be budget conscious and I had already had a big breakfast from the hotel for free, so I was a planning on skipping lunch.  We were inspired by F, our hippie student to try this vegan place Green Point in the heart of the city. It had great reviews, so the rest of the team was ready to try it. Then, I might have made a mistake of the day.  I munched on some raw carrots with hummus and I think this came back to haunt me later on. I also had a quinoa beer (eh, it was okay).

Near the Plaza De Armas - looked like a sweet place to grab a beer. Alas, it wasn't to be.

 

We walked back to the hotel and meet up with our agency to begin our official tour in and around the city. We started with the Saksaywaman fortress. It was incredible, please understand the photos just can not do it justice. First, we took a ride up to the mountain just out of town, to Saksaywaman.  Upon arrival, I chewed on some coca leaves as I was feeling a little more light-headed.

Saksaywaman overlooked the city proper and was being prepped for the big celebration, the Inti Raymi, the Festival of the Sun, that was to be in a few days.

Discussing Peru with a potential student in the Spring, we had mentioned Machu Picchu and she said, "Oh, it's just a pile of rocks." I wonder what she would have thought of Saksaywaman. Again, the pictures can NOT do it justice. These rocks are huge. If you combine both the location and the architecture and the view of the city. It's well worth your time. You might even learn something!

 

Steep steps were par for the course in Peru. It turns out I was in better shape than I ever thought. Only my feet were sore from time to time and even then I felt great in the morning.

 

Doorways like this just capture my imagination. I felt as though She-ra was going to pop out of somewhere.

The view of the city was spectacular.  We stood watching the shadows of the clouds move on the city below.

After Saksaywaman, we went further up the mountain to Pukapukara, a look-out spot and possible travel lodge for traveling Incans back in the day. It was gorgeous. I asked our guide if he ever got tired of viewing the beauty on the tours and he told me "not yet" with a smile. No doubt the interplay of the sun and clouds and the change in season bring all the beauty required to be amazed every single time.



I distanced myself from the group and just stared at everything around. I was trying to process everything around me at once,  trying to be as present as possible. I knew this was a special moment that would never quite be reproduced.

 

 

After Pukapukara, we went back down the mountain to some burial caves the Incans had at Q'inqu. Apparently, they made sacrifices and mummies in these caves. It was cool, but I believed starting there would have been the wisest choice. I was on cloud 9 from Saksaywaman and Pukapukara, so it didn't quite have the impact it would have had isolated.  

We also stopped at the giant White Christ that looks down upon the city. It was an unplanned stop, but more time with the beautiful vistas was much appreciated, especially as the sun was beginning its downward descent.

The steps coming down from the White Christ.

 

We finally headed down the mountain again and headed right for Qurikancha and then the Cusco Cathedral back in the main plaza. At this point, I felt as though we were going too fast. Maybe it was too much time in traffic on the way up, or that we spent too much time in wonder looking at beautiful sights. It's likely our agency just planned or promised too much in one afternoon. Either way, our guide ended up working overtime getting to "cover" each place. I felt we could have skipped Q'inqu to save time for Qurikancha or the cathedral.

 

It didn't help that one of our students, M, got sick at Qurikancha. She was a experienced world traveler, and said the water would be "no big deal" but it turned out, it was. Also, I was starting to not feel so well myself and wondering if those carrot sticks and hummus were doing something to me.

 

This was a huge bummer because I had been looking forward to this evening's dinner, which was at a well-reviewed Papa Pacha. We were planning a traditional Peruvian feast, including cuy, guinea pig. I only had some broth and some bread, as I was feeling mighty bad. I was bummed that I couldn't further participate in the proceedings. The bread was awesome though and according to everyone else, Papa Pacha is a great place to eat.  

 

I was worried I was going to be sick but...... nothing happened. The funny thing was that on the long walk back to the hotel, my body just produced lots and lots of gas. It was actually a wonderful revelation. I felt fine by the time we got back to the hotel.  I was well rested and healthy for the next part of our adventure in the Sacred Valley.

 

Part III Coming....(Eventually).......