Cat in Cusco, Peru

Cusco, Admittedly.

How did I really spend all my time in Cusco, Peru?

Starbucks in Cusco, Peru

In all honesty, this is how I spent half of my time in Cusco, Peru.

I know. I know.

But hear me out.

I have both a major freelance project and a major personal project to work on (plus my blog and photos and all that). And Starbucks, most places in the world, has reliable wifi, big cups of coffee, and is a place I don’t feel guilty sitting for four hours after only ordering a coffee.


Also, I swear the Cusco Starbucks has more outlets than any place I’ve ever seen.

Also, I would be much more willing to go to local coffee shops if any of them opened before 9am, when, you know, a person might want coffee.

So, since I’ve being honest here. I spent about half my time in Cusco in Starbucks doing work.

And I’m OK with that.

But that’s not to say that all I did was sit in a Starbucks in Cusco. I’m not that lame.

I did other things, I swear. Like go to a bunch of museums. And take a walking tour. And wander the markets. And visit the cathedral. And eat.

Things like that.

In the original plan I had in my head I was going to spend two months in Cusco to get work done. But I just couldn’t get that into the city. Yes, it’s beautiful. Yes, at night, the hills light up and if you stand in the main square everything looks like a fairy tale. Yes, if you walk the excruciating walk up to San Blas you’ll be greeted by a cute little hippy section that feels miles away from the cathedral.

But, after two weeks, I was ready to move on…

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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