It wouldn’t be fair to say that I was the type of person who dreamed about going to Machu Picchu my whole life. It wasn’t my absolute must-do destination on our trip around the world. But I was still pretty darn excited about it. After all, I did minor in Architectural History, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my trips to see other world-class ruins in Greece and Italy and Mexico.
As we actually arrived in South America and started planning our Machu Picchu visit, I became that much more excited to see the site. We booked our tickets a month in advance, and as that month ticked by, my husband and I ran our countdown:
4 weeks to Machu Picchu!
3 weeks! Machu Picchu!
On the morning of our visit, we bounded out of bed at 3:30 am. Yes, 3:30 in the morning, without a promised cup of coffee! But we wanted to be at the entry gates by 6 am, when Machu Picchu opens. For anyone who knows me, I only get up that early for a flight or something I’m really, really excited about.
The night before I had packed an excessive amount of back up diabetes supplies, because I was determined to not let that interrupt my day. I was ready to go!