Puno left behind. I received suggestions and contacts that would help make it less difficult to arrival in Cusco, he fears, thoughts and projects accumulated. Through a tour company got me the address of the hostel, the price and location suited me.
Now I face a totally different world that henceforth reaffirm or modify my "pre-concepts" and part of the story known through books and commentaries.
As I happened to an
kilometers the landscape was transformed. The valleys and mountains were carpeted with a blinding green carpet. We stopped at the border where it ended Puno, a signpost, he welcomed the Department of Cusco.
groups of artisans selling fabrics, carpets and souvenirs. Children and women in traditional costumes were left photograph in exchange for some money (which I suggested something "ready for tourists" and not come the spontaneity of the moment.
stopped twenty minutes and continue the trip. Green, intense blue, white, yellow, ocher, purple and red twisted in a multi
freak of nature made me understand why the colors of the Peruvian traditional clothing. It was just a reproduction of what the landscape gave them daily to the natives of this land.
The bus moved into in the heart of Cusco. In the roadside ruins and ancient buildings integrated into every place, clinging like a bush or river of old path, persisting in the struggle to show that the passage of the centuries still marking milestones of a great civilization.
The bus detuvo finalmente en la Plaza principal. Estaba en esa
ciudad en que el tiempo parecía haberse detenido en contraposición con las modernas ropas de los que transitaban por la zona y los automóviles.
Bajé mi equipaje, pregunté como llegar al Hostal Imperial II que me indicaran y caminé lentamente mientras disfrutaba de las angostas calles adoquinadas, las construcciones de piedra con sus balcones finamente tallados, los diseños de hierro artísticamente forjado, hasta que llegué.
Una pesada puerta de doble hoja con herrajes que se encontraba entreabierta, me dio acceso al lugar donde me alojaría durante varios días.
La estructura del Hostal daba la certeza that dated from before 1800; readjusting its functions to be used to accommodate tourists. The massive stone walls were approximately fifty centimeters wide, with rooms set around a central courtyard on two floors, decorated with jars of clay and cacti. Top rails and carved wooden doors were painted green dry. The flagstones covered patio and small tables covered with brightly colored tablecloths gave an atmosphere 
p erfect. Tranquility.
A young man came hurrying to meet me, put me and informed that breakfast was included in the price and daily tour operators offering spend services or excursions.
As I said, came shortly after the local agency representative, after the usual haggling, I took the service for a trip from the next day and bought the entry (nominated and non-transferable) for the complete circuit including guided tours to the temples, fortresses and towns of tourist interest located in the area of \u200b\u200b
Cusco.
That afternoon I went to the Cultural Center of Cusco, where in a theater filled to capacity with tourists, a voice spoke to us about the history, ethnic groups, regions of Peru, while performing an exhibition of folk dances of the country with different costumes typical, allowing me to have an overview of what was hearing.
was only the first day and Cusco I was trapped in his magic. Magui
Now I face a totally different world that henceforth reaffirm or modify my "pre-concepts" and part of the story known through books and commentaries.
As I happened to an
kilometers the landscape was transformed. The valleys and mountains were carpeted with a blinding green carpet. We stopped at the border where it ended Puno, a signpost, he welcomed the Department of Cusco. groups of artisans selling fabrics, carpets and souvenirs. Children and women in traditional costumes were left photograph in exchange for some money (which I suggested something "ready for tourists" and not come the spontaneity of the moment.
stopped twenty minutes and continue the trip. Green, intense blue, white, yellow, ocher, purple and red twisted in a multi
freak of nature made me understand why the colors of the Peruvian traditional clothing. It was just a reproduction of what the landscape gave them daily to the natives of this land. The bus moved into in the heart of Cusco. In the roadside ruins and ancient buildings integrated into every place, clinging like a bush or river of old path, persisting in the struggle to show that the passage of the centuries still marking milestones of a great civilization.
The bus detuvo finalmente en la Plaza principal. Estaba en esa
ciudad en que el tiempo parecía haberse detenido en contraposición con las modernas ropas de los que transitaban por la zona y los automóviles. Bajé mi equipaje, pregunté como llegar al Hostal Imperial II que me indicaran y caminé lentamente mientras disfrutaba de las angostas calles adoquinadas, las construcciones de piedra con sus balcones finamente tallados, los diseños de hierro artísticamente forjado, hasta que llegué.
Una pesada puerta de doble hoja con herrajes que se encontraba entreabierta, me dio acceso al lugar donde me alojaría durante varios días.
La estructura del Hostal daba la certeza that dated from before 1800; readjusting its functions to be used to accommodate tourists. The massive stone walls were approximately fifty centimeters wide, with rooms set around a central courtyard on two floors, decorated with jars of clay and cacti. Top rails and carved wooden doors were painted green dry. The flagstones covered patio and small tables covered with brightly colored tablecloths gave an atmosphere 
p erfect. Tranquility. A young man came hurrying to meet me, put me and informed that breakfast was included in the price and daily tour operators offering spend services or excursions.
As I said, came shortly after the local agency representative, after the usual haggling, I took the service for a trip from the next day and bought the entry (nominated and non-transferable) for the complete circuit including guided tours to the temples, fortresses and towns of tourist interest located in the area of \u200b\u200b
Cusco. That afternoon I went to the Cultural Center of Cusco, where in a theater filled to capacity with tourists, a voice spoke to us about the history, ethnic groups, regions of Peru, while performing an exhibition of folk dances of the country with different costumes typical, allowing me to have an overview of what was hearing.
was only the first day and Cusco I was trapped in his magic. Magui
Montero
NOTE: Photo 1 and 2: Limit Puno-Cusco, Photo 3 and 5: Landscape road to Cusco,
Photo 4: Ruins on the verge of road, Photo 5: Interior of the "Imperial Hostel II" Cusco
Photo 6: Sample traditional dances at the Cultural Center
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