(Submitted by Florence Searle, USA)
Looking out from our lunch spot, you could see the mountains of the sacred valley - Pitusiray, Chicon, and Veronica - their tops covered in glaciers and snow. I sat in the warmth of the noon sun soaking in the beauty and listening to the laughter of the other journeyers who also had paper plates perched on their laps. My simple but delicious meal consisted of fresh avocado and local cheese on a home-cooked flat-bread roll, picked up in the small village we had driven through earlier in the morning.