Hey, so I’ve only been in Peru for a week but I already feel inspired to write!
After 6 hours of air time, (3hrs to Colombia and 3 to Peru) I landed at Cusco airport late Sunday morning, 3rd September. Coming in to land at Cusco was breath taking! Even from my aisle seat I could see a blanket of jaggerdy mountains below. My imagination started chattering away in its usual fashion, ‘Cor, imagine if the plane got too low to them mountains? They’d slice this jet open like a tin can’….Shhh Helen!!
Cusco’s a very small airport, it almost reminded me of the airport at the Red Centre in Australia (Alice Springs). I think Cusco’s airport has recently opened up to cater for more international flights whereas it used to be just for domestic (hence the small size).
I headed straight for the security check in and the immigration so I could hurry up and gather my invisible man who also seems to have put on a few pounds hah – my invisible man seems to weigh more than when I left the UK! Strange, as I’m rapidly using up the heavier items, oh well, all good for the muscles!
“Have you been to Peru before?” The immigration officer was thumbing through my passport and my landing card, his eyes throwing me a stern but brief glance every now and then. “Nope, never, first time” I excitedly responded. “And how long you stay?” “Oh 3mths” I replied. “3 months!!” The Officer almost stopped what he was doing and gave me a more intense and a ‘you have my full attention’ kinda look. I could almost hear myself swallow at this point thinking there’d be an issue? “3 months” The officer repeated as though he’d misheard me! “Yep!” “And you can afford it?” I was afraid the officer was now going to ask me to produce my bank statement to prove it (which of course I bloody forgot to print and bring with me didn’t I hah!). “Yep, I sure can. Been saving for this trip specially” I shone back my biggest and best smile as if to quickly cover up any doubt that seemed to be accumulating. “Hmm. Ok. I will give you 150 days. Bring this slip back when you leave the country”. I was quickly trying to work out if that was indeed enough time to cover me until December! ‘150 days!’ I thought to myself, the cheeky so and so…Brits get 180 days! Oh well, I was just happy to have finally arrived to the place I’ve been drawn to for so long.
The exit doors of the airport seemed to open in slow motion like something out of a movie and as I glanced up and outwards (also in slow motion), I was blown away by the sight of the stunning mountains. The sunlight beamed down and lit up their peaks with glorious golden orange hues making them all stand out even more like someone ‘up there’ had been at them with some kind of highlighter pen hah! They are everywhere, surrounding and almost ‘hugging’ the snoozing city slap bang in the middle of it. Just wow! My wonder was soon interrupted by….”Hello lady”, “Excuse me miss”, “Cab senorita?” and then hoards of people waving their tatty cards with hand-written names on them. None of them had my name on, so I waited a little when….”Helen?” I looked round to see a fair haired guy wearing spectacles, a beanie hat, a beige leather jacket, ripped jeans and trainers. I walked over and recognised it was Zamir, my Airbnb host (how I recognised him from a thumbnail sized photo on the Airbnb site I don’t know haha!). “Hey! Nice to meet you!” I held out my hand and shook Zamirs hand. “Let me take your backpack” Zamir immediately ushered to carry mr invisible. “I’ll warn you, it’s heavy haha” I laughed out loud but let him carry on. Zamir and I then got a cab back to his apartment.
We chatted for a bit in the cab ride and did the ‘getting to know you’ bit. Zamir is only young, he’s a 28 yr old Russian native who came travelling to Peru 4 yrs ago. Zamir fell in love with the country and also his lovely wife Lays who is of course a Peruvian so hence he never left.
My eyes couldn’t stop looking out the cab window so I just let my mouth get on with chatting to Zamir while I took in the views haha. I could see small, tanned and leathery skinned Peruvian women sitting on steps by the roadside. They were wearing what I can only imagine is their traditional attire and they looked to be selling knitwear of all kinds, jumpers, scarves, hats and gloves, toy alpacas and colourfully stitched handbags. Cars were everywhere too, it seems that’s one consistent commodity no matter where you go? And I could see street food carts being wheeled from one place to the next, oh and dogs….dogs were everywhere. “Are the street dogs dangerous out here?” I asked, hoping Zamir would give me the answer I was looking for. “Oh yes, they are fine. Very happy dogs here”. “PHEWIE”. That made me feel so much better, I didn’t want a flash back of Thailand haha!
Their apartment was perfect. I had my own room WITH telly!! OMG and MOVIE channels in both Spanish and English (sad what you miss sometimes), oh and yet another amazing view out the window. You just can’t hide from the mountains here, they are everywhere, watching your every move haha.
Zamir and Lays were the perfect hosts to me. They made me a yummy avocado salad when I arrived and then let me sleep for a few hours because by then the altitude had started kicking in. It’s weird, I felt fine straight off the jet but a few hours in and I felt so dizzy, I couldn’t wait for a lye down. I actually heard later on that Cusco has 40% LESS oxygen in the air! That’s a pretty alarming stat.
After a few hours kip, Lays and Zamir walked me around the main square, they showed me what buses to catch (and also which ones to avoid), and Zamir even showed me where to buy good, cheap food oh and REALLY cheap cakes from a church in town. I bought a round coconut biscuit with jam in the middle for 23 pence!! We also had dinner and lunches out together so I was taking visual notes as to where to remember to go.
As for the weather (incase you were wondering)! It is nice and warm in the day, not too hot but just right. But the evenings are SO cold! Temperatures really plummet at night so my backpack will be full of jumpers for the journey home me thinks haha.
Main Square, Cusco
The main square is amazing. My senses have come alive again! They’ve been dusted off and reborn almost like an old book that’s been rested too long on its shelf but its now got a brand new cover! GOD I’ve missed travelling. Everything’s all brand new again and it feels amazing to be seeing things for the first time once more. And oh boy, the colours…Peruvians love their colour! It’s as though the city has been drenched by a rainbow! Art work, embroidery, and clothing…
The streets here are very up and down, very narrow and cobbled. You find yourself battling to keep on your little bit of path without being nudged off by a tourist. It’s amazing how cars get by too…the roads are like…well, think one-car-width country lanes like the ones in Cornwall, England haha. And there are people everywhere, locals and tourists but you know what, I kinda like this hustle and bustle. I can sometimes feel like I’m the only one standing there when I’m taking in all the wonderful sights and smells. That’s the beauty of being a traveller too, no one knows you or your story, you can be whoever you want to be!
I love the intricate maze of alley ways that seem to lead to another opening of shops and stalls, and passing a local playing his wooden flute for spare change (which I now know is called a Quena), and seeing the masses of chocolate and coffee shops to hearing cars constantly beeping each other to move out the way or the “Excuse me miss, massage miss?” or “Hola Senorita, you like paintings?” With that, a man will walk over to you and open a ‘briefcase’ full of brightly coloured paintings to try entice you to buy.
I see local Peruvian women carrying huge amounts on their backs too. Short women with short legs wearing gorgeous, brightly coloured embroided cloths that seem to swoop around the whole top half of their bodies and tie at the front. They appear to carry everything in these wraps from rice, corn, fruit oh and even their babies! Yep, a little round face would pop out as if like a baby kangaroo checking out the world outside of its pouch! I’ve also noticed these women aren’t afraid to breast feed wherever they are too, not that it bothers me but it kinda highlights to me just how different views, opinions and ways of life are out there in the world…
And the smells! It’s a mix of car fumes to old drains to sweet sickly smells (probably all the chocolate they’re making haha) to grilled food aromas. Oh and urine! I guess you get that everywhere. But what is odd, I sometimes see men peeing in the streets but in broad daylight and they don’t care if you see them! Cusco so far to me, has this wonderful balance of old, traditional city meets new, slightly more upmarket touristy town (in parts). I like that the people have tried to preserve the city the way the Inca’s would have left it but they’ve modernised enough to meet the needs of the blooming tourist trade if that all makes sense.
The churches and buildings look almost gothic like too and they stand with such a strength and power to them. Some walls and buildings still have the original rocks used by the Incas all them years ago (hence my old vs new quote above)
Eat one before you meet one
“What do you fancy for dinner tonight?” Zamir asked me what type of food I wanted to try one night. “Something local” I curiously replied. “Ok, how about alpaca?” “Alpaca?!! Omg, they eat them here?” I had no idea but curiousity got the better of me. “Sure, why not”. So off we went.
Zamir took me to a nice place in town that was obviously very popular as there were tourists waiting outside for tables. Once inside, we got ordering. I had a coca and mint tea (helps with altitude sickness) and then this alpaca with veg and mash. I have to say it’s very tasty meat. It’s almost like a small beef steak, a bit chewy and slightly salty.
“So it’s better that you eat one now before you meet one because they are very cute!” Zamir then scoffed a piece of chicken into his mouth and stared at me as if waiting for a response. “I can take you to see one tomorrow if you like?”. “Yeh sure. I have a feeling it’ll put me off eating them again hah!” We paid our bill and then headed back.
We walked through the main square, up an alley way and then veered off through a stony doorway reaching a large, open squared patch of green. In the centre were a small herd of alpacas! I could see white, fluffy curly haired ones with thick wool on them to golden, beige ones with more finer, flatter looking hair. “Hola miss. Come, come. Take pictures. Have besos with alpaca” A middle-aged woman ushered me over. As I approached her, she pulled me over and took my hand and stuffed it with some kind of long grass. “Feed, feed”. “She said it’s ok for you to feed them and I can take your photos” Zamir was fluent in Spanish and immediately offered to take my coat and started taking photos for me. I totally agreed with Zamir…they are so cute and I don’t think I want to eat one again hah! A woolly alpaca jumper will do me just fine.
I had a few more photos with these cute, woolly mammals and even got an alpaca kiss on the cheek
When it was time to move on, Zamir was kind enough to take the cab with me to my next place (Healing House in San Blas) so he could help carry mr invisible for me (We’d passed Healing House on one of our walks and there were sooo many steps up to it haha) What a lovely, lovely couple! I feel I’ve had a good start here in Cusco. Zamir and Lays have given me a good grounding so I’m very grateful to them both for all their hospitality.
Approaching the doors to Healing House, Zamir helped me inside and then dropped my invisible man at the reception for me. “Well, thanks so much for looking after me. You guys have been amazing!” I shook Zamirs hand and forced a tip into his hand which of course he was reluctant to take but I felt he should. “Hey, keep in touch. If you need anything, just message us”. What a sweetheart! I then turned to check into the start of my next project!
“Welcome to Healing House. I’m Katherine”. Katherine is lovely. She must only be a little younger than me and is from Tunbridge Wells, UK so it was refreshing to hear a fellow Brit. “So what brings you here to Healing House?” She asked. “I’m going to be helping the poorer communities here with whatever they need help with”. “Oh lovely. And you’re here a while too I see?” Katherine was then tapping away at the receptions computer and scrolling through menus as if to verify what she’d just said. “Yep, 3 months!” I replied. “Oh wow! We need more long term people like you here. Ok, let’s get you settled in”. With that Katherine showed me around and then helped me up to my room.
This place looks fab! A brightly coloured place with all sorts of positive affirmations all over the place. The one outside my room says “Don’t dream your life, live your dreams!” I love that. Here they offer holistic therapies such as Reiki, yoga, massage, sound therapy, acupuncture and also meditation classes! I will definitely be trying the meditation as I still suck at that! There is a communal kitchen, a small library full of all sorts of reading, a studio and also a ‘silence’ room where you can meditate quietly whenever you like. One program they offer here is free holistic therapies to the poorer community here so that’s one thing I am signing up for…to offer Reiki 😉
So I’m sharing with 2 other girlies whom so far, I am yet to bond with. It’s been a few days now and they don’t seem to want to talk to me for whatever reason. I think they have both been here a while now and probably bonded with each other so I understand it’s hard when a new person comes in but the longer it goes on for, the more I am kind of thinking ‘where’s the effort?’ If it was the other way around, I’d hate for someone to feel left out or alone but hey, I’m a big girl and we’re all on our own personal journeys here so there! What will be will be I guess.
My word it’s so cold at night in the room! I have been taking 2 showers a day just to warm myself up! I tell you what though, I have made one friend here so far…and I met him on the roof!
Whenever I take a shower, I will open the windows to de-steam the room and one morning I pulled open the old style wooden windows to see a beige, tanned and white mottled fluffy kitty! I think we both kinda jumped at the sight of each other haha. But there he was, just sitting on the tiles of the roof, staring at me with his green curious eyes. “Hola!” I guessed he only understands spanish haha but my attempts to lure him over failed and he then gracefully trotted off over the tiles and onto the next roof until I could no longer see him. Maybe he’ll be back tomorrow?
Day 2 and he DID! Kitty came back! In fact, he’s been visiting me everyday now and each time he gets a little more confident. He’s either a little pervy kitty or he’s looking for a friend like me awww. I can tell he wants to sniff my extended finger that I offer him through the window each time too haha. I think I will name him ‘Roofus’
So to avoid my roomies (which probably doesn’t really help the situation), I have been off out and exploring on my own everyday, all day! I sure do love being on my own sometimes, it’s a wonderfully satisfying feeling to know you can do something alone, to fulfil all your curiousities without the need of another, to rely on oneself, it’s quite riveting actually.
And guess what I found? Markets…3 of them! Yep, I ventured round all the various stalls of fruit and veg, homeware, knitware and meat stalls..yeuch! The meat stalls stink and you’re constantly wafting the flies from your face. Oh boy, a pig…a WHOLE pig, testes included!! Jeez some people just eat anything and everything! Or you could buy just the pigs head, tongue included! Even the chickens come as the whole package…head and feet included, wow! It sure is an eye opener.
Hey, what’s that? I headed over to a veg stall and saw various things from lettace to avocados to corn and wait…purple corn ha! I’ve heard purple corn is a big thing here and there it was in the basket. A purple cob of corn. Amazing.
I bought myself some tomatoes, avocados and a lettace for a little over a few quid! I didn’t feel I needed to barter for it as it was so dam cheap. I did however, barter for a couple of jumpers! I needed some more for the early mornings and also for my room in the evenings. First stall, I bartered for a black jumper with a hood. I got the market seller down from 60 soles to 40 soles (£9.50). Next stall, I bartered for a red jumper. I got this lady down from 35 to 30 (£7 odd quid), she drove a hard bargin and wouldn’t go any lower but I was happy with the jumper so shook on it.
I still had no map and no wifi on my phone (unless I nipped into a cafe) but I actually liked it that way. I got so lost one day and at one point was almost thinking ‘What the hell am I doing walking around without a map you idiot Hels!’ But, I actually loved it. I found it has been the best way to become familiar with the roads and streets so I can build up my own google maps in my head haha. I have literally walked miles each day just pottering about and soaking up as much of the atmosphere as I can.
Oh and I found a chocolate museum too! Free entry plus you get to try all sorts of local choccy, yummy. My favourite choccy bar here is called ‘Milky’ and dare I say it, I think it’s better than Dairy Milk! Think I will have to smuggle a few bars back hehe.
One afternoon, I found my wondering feet were starting to ache and my belly rumbling. ‘Right, food time!’ I didn’t want to go to a place where all the other tourists ended up, I wanted to eat like a local so hunted out the ‘quieter’ alley ways! I wanted to be the only westener in the place and oh boy, I sure did find it lol. I walked into a ‘shabby’ looking restaurant that didn’t even have a name above the door, well, the fact is, most places don’t have a name above the door here (well, some places do but not all). It was a ‘set menu’ place, brill! I’d been in one with Zamir and Lays and they’re great. All the locals know about them and they can get quite packed. You get a lot of food for so little money too! I enjoyed a large bowl of corn soup followed by chicken with rice and veg and a coca tea all for £1.66!! That was even cheaper than the place I was in with my Zamir and Lays actually…with them, I’d had quinoa soup, fish, chips and rice and a small pot of jelly…oh and a sprite all for £1.90! Stewth! Defo would NOT get that in the UK hah.
Friday afternoon, I decided to sit in the square here in San Blas. There was a mini market going on with locals selling their hand-made goods and wares and then suddenly a band started to play so I took a seat on one of the benches for a while and took in the musical vibes. I do love listening to music in other countries. I got goosebumps just sitting there thinking how lucky I am to be hearing and seeing this band playing it’s alluring mix of latin, spanish and mexican ambience all played with acoustic guitars, wooden flutes and panpipes, wow. After the band, I was lucky enough to see a group of locals showing off their traditional Peruvian dance moves which was FAB. Again, it was great to see some of their own traditions and past times being played out before me.
So I am rubbish at meditation! When I try it, all I hear, are my internal cogs churning and my brain chatting complete utter nonsense at me trying to distract me. I noticed they do meditation classes here at Healing House so I thought I’d go along and give it a try. All I had to do was show up 5 minutes before the class.
“Am I late?” I heard a girl ask the Receptionist. “No, not at all. Just walk on through and Vento will come and greet you”. I had already signed in and was waiting to be called into the ‘silence room’. “Hey! Are you doing the meditation too?” I asked the tall, skinny girl who was now approaching me. “Yeh! I sure am. I’m Emma, nice to meet you”. Emma must only be in her mid 20s and I could tell she was from Australia. Before she shook my hand, she tucked a dark curly lock of her hair behind her left ear. “Ah cool. Nice to meet you. I think it’s just you and me for now”. My eyes then ushered hers around the garden as if to prove we were the only ones attending.
After a short get to know session, Vento walked in. “Hola. How are we? So you would like to learn about meditation?” I looked up to see an older guy with deep expression lines around his eyes and forehead, thinning white hair and a whiskered goatie look. ‘Omg’ I thought to myself…’He is a hybrid of Gandalph from Lord of the Rings and Einstein! Hahah’ I did have a chuckle in my own head but he is defo the spit of them both hah. I’m sure he said he is a mix of Columbia and Chille so he had a rather interesting accent. I shall call him Gandistein.
“So for tonight, I will teach you what meditation is and what we use it for. We’ll then have a practice guided session”. Vento ushered us to all sit down crossed legged on the mat so we could begin.
It was quite interesting to hear where meditation came from and how you can meditate sitting down or even while you’re walking down the street! It actually releases endorphins in our brains so it’s no wonder that it can clear your mind and make you feel good. Our practice session was good too. I did find it hard all the way through though and it was only 20 minutes of actual meditation! I guess you have to start small and then build up to longer sessions. Emma seemed to be doing great which was kinda annoying haha. What did make me laugh, was the annoying eye twitch that I had suddenly developed..concentrating too hard maybe? I couldn’t stop wondering if Gandistein could see it so that was putting me off hah!
“Excellent session tonight ladies. You are both beautiful souls. Shall we meet again tomorrow or Sunday?” Gandistein arranged another session with us both for the morning and with that, we all parted ways.
Saturday morning I popped downstairs at 10am for meditation part 2. The doors to the meditation room were closed so thinking I was late, I bust in through the doors only to find that I’d totally interupted a reiki session, oops! Bit embarrasing haha. Gandistein didn’t look too impressed either but he told me to come back at 11am instead. So I sat in the kitchen and made myself a coca and mint tea.
In walked a larger than life lady with glasses and long dark wavy hair. She was hardly wearing anything so I could pretty much see everything but I loved that she didn’t care. “Hello there. New blood I see. Welcome, welcome. I’m Sheeva Diva”. “Ah nice to meet you, I’m Helen”. With that, we clicked and chatted for a while in the kitchen. Sheeva Diva was oozing with confidence and didn’t care a hoot what people thought of her and I admired her for that.
After a while, I sat outside to get some sun as it was freezing in the kitchen…that’s where I met Georgie. Georgie, an English girl from London (who also seems to have dark curly hair) started chatting to me and again, we clicked too. She was just on her way off on some trip out but we chatted about the things we’d done and wanted to do here. “Hey, have you been to the Rainbow mountains?” She asked. “No but that’s on my list for sure” I replied. I knew what was coming…”Oh, well, we can go together if you like. Here’s my number, we’ll chat when I’m back from my trip”. Exchanging numbers, my spirits were lifted realising that I was finally making friends and plans were starting to form. With that, Georgie grabbed her backpack and left. “See you in a few days” She shouted through the door before it slammed shut. Then on cue, Gandistein’s door opened and he beckoned me in.
Our next meditation session was much of the same. We all sat on the mats and started our meditation session. Gandistein did a guided meditation for us and then at the end of the session, we all started talking about reiki which was cool. Emma then booked herself in for a reiki session with Gandistein and I headed off for my first meeting with the Managers of Healing House to discuss my intentional stay.
The meeting was down the road in a cafe that Healing House also own. I could smell the insense before I’d even got to the shop so I knew I was in the right place haha. I walked in and saw all sorts of ‘magical’ bits n bobs from crystals to tibetan bowels, oils and insense to books about reiki and spirit guides etc etc.
“Hi! Are you here for the intentional stay meeting?” I looked over my shoulder to see a tall, pretty slim girl with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. I noticed how amazingly clear her skin was too, she was almost glowing! “Yeh, I am, hi! I’m Helen”. “I’m Jamie, nice to meet you”. Again, I instantly clicked with Jamie, she had a nice persona about her and it almost felt like I’d known her before. We have a lot in common too and are both into reiki and have also travelled alone a fair bit so it was great exchanging all sorts of stories.
In then came Keith and Arianna, a couple of best friends from California, both Yogi’s (Yoga folk). They were here to practice their yoga skills and also see if they could offer some kind of coaching sessions to the people here.
Finally, we were called to our meeting. Mike and Julia, the centres organisers introduced themselves and then began exploring what we were all doing here and want we wanted to gain ourselves during our stay.
Jamie and I pretty much both offered the same service – to offer reiki to the poorer communities that really need it. And get this, I have also offered my writing services! I think I will be helping with the websites blog and keeping it up to date so I’ll be excited to get started with that. Jamie is also really into plant medicine and crystals so she is looking into a few more avenues too. Mike and Julia are thinking of teaming Jamie and I up…Jamie can talk about plant med and I can write about it
After our meeting, Jamie and I hung about town and I showed her a few of the sites that I had already seen (she’d only flown in the night before). At the end of the day, we swopped numbers and decided that we’d like to plan a few hikes and trips together such as visiting the sacred valley, a very important place in Cusco. I can’t wait!
Actually the next day, the house put on a Sunday Brunch for 10 soles so Jamie and I said we’d go along. I am so glad we went too because we ended up getting chatting to a really nice bunch of people; Blake and his girlfriend, Britney and Guy. We were sitting out on the lawn chatting from 11:30am and actually ended up going for a drink AND dinner together! I don’t think I got home until 9pm but it was sooo nice to be around like-minded, down to earth people that didn’t judge you either…you were accepted for….well, being just you! We’re all going to get together again and perhaps do some walks/trips together too.
I am so happy right now! Feeling very warm and fuzzy aww. The house is a special place. The people you meet all seem to be ‘familiar’, it’s the funniest feeling. I guess we are all drawn here for our own reasons and I love that.
What a wonderful day Sunday was…and a beautiful connection with 5 beautifully ‘familiar’ strangers!
From Frags to Riches
So flashback time….*Back to Costa Rica baby!
I have been missing Anna a lot from the bug place but we’ve regularly been keeping in touch and I’m glad to report all is well in Anna land But ashamedly, I don’t think I ever mentioned Fraggle the dog?? A silver/blue curly haired pup that was named after the dog from Jim Henson’s ‘Fraggle Rock’. And he really is the spitting image of the dog in the opening scenes too (the one in the lighthouse at the beginning!).
Fraggle used to be a street dog in Costa Rica but the short story is, one intern ‘adopted’ him and vowed to take him home with her back to the UK but…it never happened. Fraggle ended up becoming the Butterfly Gardens dog and always went home with the owners for his bed and board haha bless.
Fraggle’s a very young dog, he must only be around 2 years old. He’ll definitely need some training too but I know Anna will do a great job. One of his favourite things to do at the Gardens was to chase passing speeding motorbikes! “Fraggle! Fraggle! Get back here!” We’d all shout. It certainly made our hearts skip a beat as he’d get super close to the tyres…we thought he’d never make it to the grand age of 3!
When Anna and Fraggle first laid eyes on each other, it was love at first sight! They were almost joined at the hip. I used to laugh because Anna would let Fraggle sleep IN her bed with her awww, they became best budds.
The Managers used to joke “Fraggle will much prefer it in Canada B.C you know!” because they could all see how close Anna and Fraggles bond was. But we all thought they were joking until they brought it up again and again. So, Anna decided to seriously look into it and in the end, with her families backing (and the support of the staff), she made the decision to go for it! Yay, so Fraggle will be a ‘Frags to Riches’ story hah! (thanks for that title Anna). I was SO excited for both Anna and Fraggle!
There was a lot of complications with getting his jabs up to date, documents written up, Fraggle’s own plane ticket had to be bought and also a cage to put him in for the flight. Phew! A lot of phone calls and visits to officials were made and at one point, it nearly didn’t follow through but eventually, it all came together and the plan to transport Fraggle overseas was a go go!
I am now VERY happy to report, that Anna and Fraggle are now indeed in Canada B.C, safe and sound! I am over the moon for them both and I know Fraggle will have a very fulfilling and happy life with Anna and her family.
So scooting back to the present….All I can say for now, is that things here in Peru are just getting started. I’ve already attended a sound healing session with Jamie plus, we are organising trips together (also with Guy, Blake and his lovely girlfriend (whose name I won’t forget next time hehe). Oh AND, my roomies are now talking to me too so it’s ALL coming together and it feels great!
So watch this space, keep following and I will catch up with you all very soon my lovelies.
Much love xx