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Peru Take 2

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Welp, this post is a year and a half overdue. However, I wanted to document our trip to Peru (second time back!) because it was an amazing few weeks that deserve to be remembered.

This post won’t be as detailed as my usual travel recap because it’s been over a year since we returned…I have all the details written down in my journal, but I wanted to throw a bit of content up here just to post my fave pics and get the itch out of me. I’ve been wanting to post about this trip since we returned, but, LIFE.


Pat and I have made the decision to not return to the same place more than once (for now at least) because the world is too big to spend our money seeing the same sights over and over.

However, we made an exception this time, because a company hired us to film a video for them in Peru. To read about our last trip to Peru, check out this post and this post.

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We spent a week before the trek and video shoot exploring Cusco and the Sacred Valley with my parents. We stayed in the town of Urubamba at a GORGEOUS resort. Traveling with my parents is a vastly different experience than traveling as poor, cheap, newly weds. (Three years is still newly wed, right? We’ll ride that excuse as long as possible).


They’re adorable. (My parents, I mean. Not the guinea pigs…Although I guess they’re a little bit cute too.) Let’s just not talk about why the guinea pigs are in that cage. (Insert sad/disgusted face because we tried them and they really don’t taste good).


Highlights of that week included:

  • Buying giant Andean corn and cheese from the little ladies on the street.

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  • Shopping the markets and interacting with the locals.


  • Getting the real authentic experience by hiring a local to drive us around the Sacred Valley. We may or may not have gotten her van stuck in the mud. Also, COWS IN THE ROAD. (That’s my husband who ditched the van in an attempt to clear the road. It was hilarious and took much longer than you’d think to move ONE measly cow out of the way. Cows are strong and scary.)


  • Getting some custom-made Peruvian boots!


  • Watching Patrick impress the littles with his “magic” tricks. So cute.


Hiking the ruins with my parents and just spending time with them exploring that beautiful country is a memory I’ll always cherish. They’re amazing parents and the most generous humans you’ll ever meet. THANK YOU Lurd and Papa D!

They flew back to Utah, and the second half of our trip was spent at an incredible mountain lodge…Llanganuco Lodge. The owner, Charlie, spoiled us with delicious food and fire-lit bedrooms. Our dream-team crew (Jess, Shaun and Taylor) joined us there, and we spent the next week or so trekking, filming and having an AMAZING time.


We did the Santa Cruz Trek, which was 4 days long. We reached an altitude of 15,000 feet! Woof. That does weird things to your body.

But, we all finished the trek in one piece and have a fun video to show for it. (See video at top of page). I’m not writing a lot about the trek because I figure the video is a better recap anyways. Gotta love that movie magic.


But most of all, gotta love PERU.

P.S. If anyone is planning a trip to Peru and has specific questions, feel free to contact me!


peru part two: the amazon


Let me start off by saying that the Amazon is not a kind place. FAR from kind. It’s a hot, humid home for insects the size of your face, animals that want to eat you and muggy water infested with who-knows-what kind of parasites. With that being said, I firmly believe that every human should experience a night in the Amazon jungle. It quickly puts a lot of things into perspective…


It reminds you that comfort is a luxury that many of us take for granted. A shower (hot or freezing cold) is a blessing straight from heaven. A bed is still a bed if it’s a simple foam pad surrounded by a mosquito net. Already-purified water with ice cubes (non existent in Peru) is quite possibly a form of gold….


And last but not least, there is a lot to be learned from silence.

If you ever need time and a quiet place to sit and contemplate life for hours–uninterrupted and completely alone–I suggest making a trek to the Amazon jungle. Just bring your deet!


Let me rewind.

After our return from the Salkantay Trek Patrick and I took a night bus from Cusco to Puerto Maldonado—a little town on the border of the Amazon. *Note to self: NEVER, ever, EVER take a night bus to anywhere. We thought it was a brilliant idea. We’d leave at 9 pm, save money on a hostel for the night, and sleep our peaceful way to the Amazon. Turns out it’s pretty dang hard to sleep when a maniac driver is hauling around tight corners and windy mountain roads. Oh, and it gets better…

We dozed off. I woke up around midnight and the bus wasn’t moving. It was stuffy, stinky and it felt like it was 105 degrees inside the bus. I was surrounded by snoring, farting Latinos and it felt like we were slowly running out of air. When my claustrophobia started to get unbearable, I woke Pat up, and we left the bus. We realized we were in a line of parked buses on the side of the road. There had been a mudslide ahead, and we were stuck waiting until 6 am when someone would come clear it. This meant we had six hours of waiting in that prison of a bus…

We just couldn’t face the stink bus for six more hours. So, we got our blankets (why do they always give you blankets that barely cover your knees?) and made a little nest in the road. Yup. The ultimate test of pride—we slept in the street. (Don’t tell my mom).


I know, way flattering photo right?

You see homeless people “sleeping in the streets,” but do you ever stop to think about how it actually feels to sleep on asphalt? I’ll tell you how if feels so you don’t have to wonder anymore. Asphalt is hard and cold. Not comfortable. Not even close to comfortable. But in that exhausted moment, I was honestly just grateful to have a crappy blanket and some cold asphalt for a bed.


We finally made it. But heck, that was just the beginning of our journey. From Porto Maldonado we took an hour boat ride down a river, then hiked through ankle-deep mud for another hour and a half.





We then had to take a canoe across a giant croc-infested lake to where we’d be staying that night. The canoe ride lasted an eternity. The sun was BRUTAL. It beat down on us, frying our exposed skin, and the humidity made it almost hard to breath. But, after an hour of painfully slow progress with one wooden oar, we made it.


Home sweet home.


We were served an authentic lunch of rice, chicken and egg cooked in a leaf, then went on a (very muddy) hike through the jungle and saw some incredible wildlife. Trees that were more than 500 years old, turtles, monkeys, tarantulas, giant butterflies and even some jaguar footprints.


Ok, let’s talk about the outfit I have going here…lookin good said no one ever when talking about a $3 Hollywood shirt bought from a shop in Peru, stretchy pants, rubber boots and a Dora the Explorer hat. Mmm hmmm, the Amazon brings out my best look I think. 😉


It’s not uncommon to find anacondas swimming around in those marshes. We didn’t see any, but talk about p-a-r-a-n-o-i-d.


The inside of this butterfly is bright blue. The outside is supposed to resemble an owl’s eye on one half, and a snake head on the other. Pretty cool.


Headless turtle?


Those roots though…


Jaguar footprints. FRESH jaguar footprints.


By this point, the heat was really starting to get to me I think…


I learned a lot from our two days in the Amazon. It’s a brutal but beautiful place, and I’m incredibly grateful we had the chance to experience it.



Before we left Peru, we got to explore Cusco and the surrounding countryside a little bit. I’m so glad we did, because it’s a darling place with lots to see and lots to explore. We rented a motor scooter and spent the day cruisin through the rain.


Just look at that smokin husband of mine…

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OK hello there Hunchback of Notre Dame.

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Thanks Peru, you’ve been good to us.