Peru -Inca Trail
Five Days to the Sun In the spring of twenty-two , by Abe Sanoja Beneath the Andean skies. We walked where the Incas whispered, where ancient spirits rise. Five days above ten thousand feet, stone by sacred stone, each step a story, each breath a prayer, we journeyed not alone. The clouds would kiss the ridges high, the wind would hum its song, and we pilgrims chasing wonder kept our hearts and strides strong. Through mountain passes wrapped in mist, through ruins worn but proud, until we reached the Sun Gate's edge and gasped beneath the clouds. There Machu Picchu, morning-born, in silence it appea...