
Hiding the "goodies" under my hat!!

This is before the wild scavenger hunt for the goody bags. Good job with that Kaci and Kelli.
They still farm in this terrace fashion. Such a hard life they live.
We were at a meeting in Urabamba and found Pres. Jimenez and his wife. He was Ben Coombs companion in the Colombia mission years ago. Talk about a small world!
This is on the ride back from the airport from Cuzco. It was a little scary, white knuckles for Steve. You could hear the tire rubbing on the frame of the tiny, tiny car and we moved people around to redistribute the weight but it didn't help. After multiple stops, filling the radiator with water, checking for a hot tire that might blow, we got a taxi to the Earls' apartment. Whew, dodged another bullet. Sometimes I just looked at Steve and said "good bye" thinking we'd bought the farm but................we're still alive. It was really cool.
Steve gave this little dude some gum and 5 solis. He was happy but shy. This is the real deal with this boy's clothing, traditional and cool.
After the death march to Machu Pichu we found a restaurant owned by a member of the church. They had a picture of the Salt Lake Temple in there and the tabernacle songs played on a pan flute--promise. The llama was darn tasty, too. We were tired after the hike of a life time. I don't mind telling you that I had to sit on my butt to come down the stairs on the last stretch, I was that scared. But, it was worth it.
The train to Machu was packed!! It was hard to find a seat but we squeezed in. :)