But in other areas, and oh these are the true treasures my friend, the road still stands as it was built. A smooth cobbling of rock or carved smoothly into a rock face, draining water, holding its ground, sometimes as wide as a highway.

I think we made a mistake in calling it “Mother’s Day.” I think we meant to celebrate “Someone Loves me Unequivocally” Day. For those inside the bounds of a healthy…

You think you’d know if you met a terrorist, right?

The Inca trail and road were the same at times, though sometimes the trail was straighter as the road wound into the nooks of the mountainside.

Her entire life was built on and revolved around practices and incidences completely foreign to me, yet, in the telling, she made it as familiar and rich as the giant bowl of soup she had served us only an hour before.

Papas and Quinoa

Not only were Fidgit and I rejected in our attempt to cross Rio Pampas, we then had to walk along the same taunting river for a day and a half to get to the bridge crossing.

Written by Fidgit Climbing out of Andahuaylas, we diverted onto a stone aqueduct. We like the aqueducts; they follow a gentle grade. Following the narrow trail alongside the stone embankments…

Haz clic aquí para leer en español Almost two weeks ago, we began the third year of Her Odyssey. Our goal by the end of 2018 is to travel 5000…

Some lessons have been and continue to be learned the hard way. Here’s hoping these tips make it easier for you.