I’m not sure, because I’m still learning the language, but I think Lunahuana is an ancient Quechua word for Pisco.
This small town, about three hours from Lima, Peru, and is one of only five regions in Peru that grow the magical Pisco grape.
I didn’t visit Lunahuana for grape stomping, but for hiking, along with a hodge-podge of hikers from around South America, the oldest being ninety-two, (he’s the guy screaming in the middle). Some traveled to this Pisco paradise from Uruguay, Brazil, Ecuador and even Tennessee.
Along with the inebriations, folks visit Lunahuana for rafting. Yes, a river does run through this town. The hike provided incredible views, but the trails aren’t so popular due to the abundance of snakes.
There’s also a lot of flowers in Lunahuana. And mangoes. And itchy teenie tiny fleas that you can’t see, but will bite your ankles raw. So bring the sunblock and the OFF.
Yet other parts of Lunahuana look like the surface of the moon, that is, if the moon had churches.
Of course, a band showed up in Lunahuana. There’s always a band playing somewhere in Peru.
How to make a Pisco sour? I’m not sure. But the recipe does call for egg whites. I think I’d rather have an omelette.
Thanks for the wonderful writing about Lunahuana Ginger, it’s amazing how we can see the same place and live the same experience with a different point of view! Loved your article!