We’d been on the road for almost a month. We went from the desert to the mountains again, followed the carnival celebrations from Colca Canyon to Puno and now… we were on mythical lake Titicaca.
I had dreamt about this continent for almost 15 years. So much I heard, so much I read and saw in pictures. I was connected to South America. Through friends. Through my university Spanish teachers. I can’t believe I put off coming here for so long.
