Cuzco, Peru – I realized as I started to write this post that I have no idea what to say about the Sacred Valley of the Incas. The same is going to be true for the post on Machu Picchu. The latter, is obviously somewhere that we’ve all heard of. The former, for the most part, is made up of places that most of us simply never have… and honestly, despite the intrigue of visiting Machu Picchu, I enjoyed the visit to the sites in the Sacred Valley more – fewer tourists, less touristy, and in many ways, more fascinating. Though reduced in size, I think I’m going to try and let pictures tell the story more than prose – though I don’t think either of them can remotely convey the experience.
Now, I will say that the day started a bit commercial. We were picked up early morning and headed off to our first stop, which turned out to be an artesanal handicrafts market (only open Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, so if you want to avoid that part of the Sacred Valley tour, go on a different day). It was huge – with lanes and stalls, and probably something on the order of 200 different vendors… perhaps more. We did end up buying a small wall hanging for the house…
On to Mirador Taray, a lookout point, from which we could see the start of the entire Sacred Valley and get a sense of just what we were in for…
From there, we headed to Urubamba, a small community that serves more or less as a rest stop for tours of the Valley at this point. It’s pretty simply a series of restaurants, mostly buffet style of local cuisine, that the various tour buses stop at. The food was okay, nothing special, though some interesting choices like a cuy in pepian, or pumpkin seed sauce, which was actually pretty good, and alpaca stew.
From there, it was off to Chinchero where we visited one of the more important colonial era churches – quite impressive on the inside… unfortunate that the entire town and the square surrounding the church were filled with yet another artesanal handicrafts market…
A bus ride back to town, we were hungry, and stopped at a spot down the block from our hotel, Machu Picchu’s Grill – you can only imagine… no, actually, you can’t, it turned out to be a pasta place, along with a few local specialties… they also had a band, playing such classic local music as Inadagadadavida… and Guantanamera… I almost hate to admit it, but the food was quite good – a nice rocoto souffle, a quite good ají de gallina, and one of the best spaghetti carbonaras I’ve ever had… [Closed]