This morning, I woke up pretty early and drove into Lamay with Abuelo and Steve to buy some bread for breakfast. Here's a street of Lamay in the morning. We stopped into a little corner store and then went through to the back where they were baking the bread. I think the dude's bread shovel was about twelve feet long. Ohh, that fresh bread from a clay oven is good. Did I mention I liked the bread? Here's the set-up, not the best picture, but I didn't want to be a super annoying tourist, only mildly annoying.
Then, we went back to the house where Jonny and Tommy were just getting up (it was still really early and Peru is on central time) for breakfast. We had that Sanka/Pero/Postum or whatever it's called and some bread, butter, and jam. I'm not really a fan of that wheat coffee but Jonny was in memory lane heaven as that's what he drank every morning for two years in Chile on his mission. To start our day, we drove north to Calca for some fruit juice. I wish Peruvians were hip to the idea of paper cups (i.e., sanitary) and cold drinks (i.e., delicioso) but the juice was still great with papaya, red pineapple, pineapple, and who knows what else as we got the combination. But it was better than the other juice we saw all over which was a questionably colored mess served from a bucket into a single glass cup that the whole town used.
After juicing it up, it was time to unload a whole pile of nuevo soles on souvenirs from Pisac market. It was awesome. There were hats and scarves and blankets and board games and fruit and grains and guinea pig food and pieces of raw pig and everything else. Here's where we played a little game called, find the people you know. I think all three of the boys are in this picture at the market.
After we were poor again, we drove south towards Tipon which is the site of a hill-top fortress that was used for agricultural research and innovative water-garden landscape design. On the way, we stopped in Oropesa which is supposedly the site of "The World's Best Bread". They were actually right. It was really, really good. Jonny won't even give his own dad's bread a 5/5. But here, in Peru, this happened. I never thought I'd see the day.
Then, up into a mountain pass to get to Tipon. Tipon was cool because in order to get to the next levels, you had to climb these stone steps jutting out of the wall. Here is a picture of the water works that runs down narrow channels throughout the whole complex.
And then here I am goofing off at Tipon on the stairs.
After a somewhat tiring hike at high altitude throughout the entire complex, we headed back down the mountain and drove to Cusco to grab some late lunch/dinner at a restaurant. Abuelo was going to take us somewhere a little cheaper but he figured we'd get really sick, so he opted for this place where I ordered (drum roll please) chicken milanesas which is basically chicken fried steak. Mmmmm . . . the guys ordered lamb with tamales and stuffed peppers. We also had Inca Cola, El Sabor de Peru! It looks like antifreeze, tastes like cream soda. Pretty good stuff.
Here's a picture of me enjoying the national drink.
After lunch/dinner, we stopped by the tailors because all the boys wanted to get tailored suits. As I love menswear, it was an enjoyable evening of helping them decide on fabrics, cuts, and styles. Tom wanted to get a corduroy suit but as they didn't have fabric for it, he settled for this nice jacket. I think he likes it.
The tailor was going to have mock-ups ready for final measurements in just a few hours so we made our way to the Museo Inka where they had lots of clay pots and other artifacts and . . . about six or seven Incan mummies displayed creepily in this little room lit by red light. Ooglie! All of the mummies were had grotesque expressions on their faces and one was buried with what looked like his dog while another was clearly mummified with a baby. Yikes.
This morning, I woke up pretty early and drove into Lamay with Abuelo and Steve to buy some bread for breakfast. Here's a street of Lamay in the morning. We stopped into a little corner store and then went through to the back where they were baking the bread. I think the dude's bread shovel was about twelve feet long. Ohh, that fresh bread from a clay oven is good. Did I mention I liked the bread? Here's the set-up, not the best picture, but I didn't want to be a super annoying tourist, only mildly annoying. 
Then, we went back to the house where Jonny and Tommy were just getting up (it was still really early and Peru is on central time) for breakfast. We had that Sanka/Pero/Postum or whatever it's called and some bread, butter, and jam. I'm not really a fan of that wheat coffee but Jonny was in memory lane heaven as that's what he drank every morning for two years in Chile on his mission. To start our day, we drove north to Calca for some fruit juice. I wish Peruvians were hip to the idea of paper cups (i.e., sanitary) and cold drinks (i.e., delicioso) but the juice was still great with papaya, red pineapple, pineapple, and who knows what else as we got the combination. But it was better than the other juice we saw all over which was a questionably colored mess served from a bucket into a single glass cup that the whole town used. 
After juicing it up, it was time to unload a whole pile of nuevo soles on souvenirs from Pisac market. It was awesome. There were hats and scarves and blankets and board games and fruit and grains and guinea pig food and pieces of raw pig and everything else. Here's where we played a little game called, find the people you know. I think all three of the boys are in this picture at the market. 
After we were poor again, we drove south towards Tipon which is the site of a hill-top fortress that was used for agricultural research and innovative water-garden landscape design. On the way, we stopped in Oropesa which is supposedly the site of "The World's Best Bread". They were actually right. It was really, really good. Jonny won't even give his own dad's bread a 5/5. But here, in Peru, this happened. I never thought I'd see the day. 
Then, up into a mountain pass to get to Tipon. Tipon was cool because in order to get to the next levels, you had to climb these stone steps jutting out of the wall. Here is a picture of the water works that runs down narrow channels throughout the whole complex. 
And then here I am goofing off at Tipon on the stairs. 
After a somewhat tiring hike at high altitude throughout the entire complex, we headed back down the mountain and drove to Cusco to grab some late lunch/dinner at a restaurant. Abuelo was going to take us somewhere a little cheaper but he figured we'd get really sick, so he opted for this place where I ordered (drum roll please) chicken milanesas which is basically chicken fried steak. Mmmmm . . . the guys ordered lamb with tamales and stuffed peppers. We also had Inca Cola, El Sabor de Peru! It looks like antifreeze, tastes like cream soda. Pretty good stuff. 
Here's a picture of me enjoying the national drink. 
After lunch/dinner, we stopped by the tailors because all the boys wanted to get tailored suits. As I love menswear, it was an enjoyable evening of helping them decide on fabrics, cuts, and styles. Tom wanted to get a corduroy suit but as they didn't have fabric for it, he settled for this nice jacket. I think he likes it. 
The tailor was going to have mock-ups ready for final measurements in just a few hours so we made our way to the Museo Inka where they had lots of clay pots and other artifacts and . . . about six or seven Incan mummies displayed creepily in this little room lit by red light. Ooglie! All of the mummies were had grotesque expressions on their faces and one was buried with what looked like his dog while another was clearly mummified with a baby. Yikes.
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