I don’t know why it’s called this, either. I guess the name is an oddity, like GrapeNuts, Buffalo Wings, and autotheft, a word which continues to baffle my language learners, who envision an object stealing itself. Anyway, I went to Not-so-Macho last weekend, which is about a three-hour ride north of Lima, and a five-hour schlep back thanks to honking […]
Lil’ Machu Pichu
Cantamarca
You can learn a lot of Spanish from a cow, especially when you cross paths with one. Or two. Or more cows than you can count. I learned that last week when I joined the Red de Montanistas hiking group to Canta, a Peruvian town where cow pies are plentiful and oxygen is not. Honestly? I don’t even know where […]