Next morning up at 9am and then off to the airport for the flight to Cuzco. Immediately upon stepping off the plane we realized that the altitude was going to hit us. The city sits at 11,000 feet, more than half the height of Everest. Twice as high as Denver. We knew that the altitude would affect us from what we read but nothing could have prepared us for what greeted us when we got off the plane.
Air is cool and crisp.
But you can not seem to catch hold of it. It was founded by a Dutch woman who moved to Cuzco and adopted 6 street urchins. To support them, she started an inn instead of taking donations. The project was a huge success. The hotel expanded and now there is a waiting list to get in.