Musings on Day 1 of our Trek
As we had our last breakfast at Munaychay, I couldn’t help but think of the great memories we’ve all made with the kids, the tías, and the German volunteers here At Munaychay. Saying goodbye was extremely bitter sweet. On the one hand, I’d like to stay for a longer time at Munaychay, on the other I want to finally start our trek.
Day 2 of the trek
We woke up early and I think I speak for everyone when I say we barely slept. The nice lady who allowed us to camp at her yard invited us in to see how her and her family live. It was very eye opening for everyone. Next, a few neighbors of her and the lady herself sold items for us to purchase made of alpaca wool. After, Herbert led us along until we came across a river without a bridge. While the boys and Sofi crossed via stones, Sasha and myself took off our socks and shoes and walked across with Herbert. After a delicious meal prepared by Alex, our chef, we headed uphill. When we reached the top, we realized the climb was definitely worth it. The views of the sacred valley were incredible. After a few hours downhill, we found our campsite and settled in for the night.
(See photos for more info about trek days 1 and 2)