Monday – Sitting on top of a pile of carefully placed stones creating the edge of a terrace for ancient crops, my feet dangling over the edge of a gorge, my eyes keen on the sky that is continually brightening in a misty dawn. It´s about 6AM Monday morning in the ruins of Machu Picchu and the clouds are wrapping around the peaks of the Andes and creeping over Incan structures. I think I must be close to heaven because such a sight is beyond my understanding. My head hurts to think of a people creating such a city at the top of the world, and I begin to believe in a city of gods. If ever there was a place on earth where gods were created surely it would be Machu Picchu. This lost city of temples and terraces inspires greatness and it is no doubt that the Inca were more than mere humans.
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