Day 6: Festival de Cusco (or whatever festival it was today, we’ve gotten 5 different explanations)

So last night was rough. It was as 0 degrees Celsius and we were freezing. We went to bed at 8:30 pm but my incessant coughing kept us up until 1 am. It was a painful combination of coughing so hard I couldn’t breathe and also causing more pain/straining my already pained/strained back and of course the guilt of keeping Wunder up all night. So by 1 am I ended up taking a Vicodin and sleeping with my head four pillows high so it would ease the coughing. It worked for the most part. So I got 2 hours of sleep, 2 hours of sleep, and 1 hour of sleep but woke up with an inability to move my neck and an even more sore back.

Sorry for the diatribe but frankly it explains why we decided to take a slow this morning. We slept in and watched some of the Comey hearing while taking turns showering/getting dressed. I was torn momentarily but I’d much rather go see some beautiful historical buildings and festivals than watch the shit-show that is our current US government. I mean what the fuck happened to John McCain. I used to have a lot of respect for the man, but damn, his questions were idiotic, incomprehensible, and partisan bullshit. So after listening to two of his incoherent questions I asked Kris to turn it off (after swearing loudly at the tv) and we left for a leisurely stroll through Cusco.

Yesterday when we were strolling through the Plaza de Armas with our tour guide, we saw a bunch of little children (between 4-6 years old) in various groups with adults practicing dance moves. We asked what it was about because we saw something similar in Machu Picchu Pueblo and the guy there said it was a month long celebration of Peruvian independence. Our guide in Cusco said it was Festival de Cusco. Someone else told us it was a month long solstice celebration. We are just calling it Festival de Cusco and will research it later.

Anyhow, we had a lovely day. We watched the festival and I took at least 500 to 1000 pictures of children dancing in various traditional outfits (all on the good camera). We then went to San Pedro Market and spent over 3 hours perusing the various meat, fish, grain, vegetables, and of course souvenir vendors throughout. It was marvelous. We watched locals haggle over all sorts of items and saw fruits and vegetables I cannot explain. Of course we did some shopping ourselves and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. 

After the market we grabbed a late lunch at Papachos, a restaurant with a balcony facing the square. We had a lovely snack and beverage but most importantly had a fabulous view of the square to people watch.

After a brief respite we went to Cathedral of Cusco, which is beautiful and amazing. They don’t allow pictures so it was a quicker tour than we expected so after touring the three cathedrals there we walked over to Qoricancha/Convent of Santo Domingo.

Qoricancha was the most important Incan temple so of course the Spanish Catholic colonists destroyed it and built a Catholic Church in its place. There is now a Convent and a museum there. On a positive note the Spanish incorporated a lot of the original Incan stonework into the church so there’s that I guess… also no pictures allowed so again I got nothing to post but a selfie of us not wearing our hiking/outdoor/buggy gear.

I have tons of pictures of the outside, just none of the ornate and graphic iconography.

After that we walked around and saw and amazing mural we need to do more research on, and took photos. Now we’re lounging in the room packing for our travle back to Lima tomorrow morning. Only two days left–what a bummer.

We will definitely be back.

One thought on “Day 6: Festival de Cusco (or whatever festival it was today, we’ve gotten 5 different explanations)

  1. Let us applaud our tramping Twins Towers, Orthanc & Minas Ithil, K & K, proxies to us vicarious travelers. We bold, curious, relentless touchscreen adventurers, with GPS and Atlas Obscura, able to scour from air conditioned towers all of the Sacred Valley – Poof! – just life that. With this pretense we KNOW the terroir of exotic properties. Our imaginations, with effort, can even conjure up some of those sensations (dyed with emotions which sooo perturb our robot logic circuits) like…’WoW!’ But without your shredded boots on the ground, would we KNOW the more portent feelings? The Pisac Sour painful cocktail of altitude sickness + allergies, phantom dirty needles striking addicted thrill seeking toe, contorted sternocleidomastoids resulting in immobilation followed by suffocation under a vengeful pillow pile, or the red rage indignation facing failures to trail? And, of course, the psychological gains that come from specialization & outsourcing – IE, having champions of curse provide us the sense of release without having to even bother typing @#$%!!! Please keep pursuing your selfish desires for Experience, for Our sentido de lugar of MayIncAzteciania depends upon it.

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