Last summer, my husband Phil and I had the pleasure of experiencing an extraordinary journey in Peru. It was my first time in South America, and now I have visited and told stories on six continents! The whole experience was a feast for the eyes, the senses and the heart – the vibrant colors, the ancient stone structures, brilliantly designed terraces, the tastes and sounds of an old, new world and people so connected to their homeland.
A few months before we left, I was contacted by an engaging young poet from the Peruvian Ministry of Education. His name is Carlos Estela, and on my first morning in Lima, Peru, he came to interview me along with a videographer, Daniel Ochoa. Carlos works as part of the initiative, “Historias Q Cuentan,” which roughly translates to “Stories that Count.” We spent a delightful hour and I thoroughly enjoyed his thoughtful questions and comments as I shared my story journey. I was so thrilled to connect with him and the community of local storytellers he features through his work.
After the interview, Phil and I had 10 days to explore the wonders of Peru. We started out in Lima, marveling at the intricate architecture of the Adobe Pyramid, Huaca Huallamarca and the exquisite art work of the Lima Cathedral . Then we headed to Cusco, and were soon awed by its Incan Golden Temple and the cobblestone roads so narrow that it seemed our van would scrape its sides as we barreled along them.
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on we went to the Sacred Valley where we visited an animal sanctuary with amazing wildlife including bears and pumas. One of the most memorable creatures we encountered there was a rehabilitated condor bird that had a 10-foot wingspan! We were told that soon it would be released again into the wild. 
We ventured on to Machu Picchu, braving what seemed like a million stair-climb to the top! Let me tell you, I was grateful for the seven years I have spent doing my modified CrossFit exercise regimen! The view from the top was magnificent with lush, craggy mountain peaks rising above a land of architectural wonder. Wild llamas kept the grass neat and trimmed around the ancient buildings at the top. I marveled at the intricate stonework used by the builders – so sophisticated in a time before the wheel was known to them and when construction relied on a different kind of ingenuity and labor instead of machines.
Our next destination was along the shore of Lake Titicaca. During the day, we took a boat made of reeds that grow in the lake to visit the man-made ‘islands’ at the center. At 12,500’ Lake Titicaca is the world’s highest navigable body of water. There are 85 small floating islands on the lake. Each is handmade out of the local totora reeds. Depending on weather and other factors, the islands must be rebuilt every 4-5 years.
On one such island, we visited with the five Uros families who live there, learning about their lives, tasting some of their food, and hearing stories about their art and their heritage. Later, the children arrived home from school and what a welcome we received! They were as thrilled to see us as we were to see them! And they insisted on dressing us in their traditional clothes. 
We all got a good laugh!
Then I asked our guide, Omar, if he would interpret so I could tell the children a short story. (See video below) He jumped right in. As we shared the story together, with gestures and sounds, ooohs & ahhhs, along with laughter and hugs; the barrier of spoken language seemed to melt away.
As the trip came to a close, I found it hard to leave this beautiful land and all of the people who I encountered there, those who touched my life and continue shaping my journey. At the heart of each place we visited, I was struck with awe at how connected the people are to their land, their lineage, and their history. Even when we were hearing about what had happened to their ancestors 500 or 2,000 years ago it felt real and present. It was and is still their story – they are living it now.
