What awaited in the Sacred Valley
Sunday was largely a travel day for us, starting in the morning in Lima and heading for Cusco, one of the major Andean cities located roughly 12,000 feet above sea level , and the historic heart of the Inca empire. While the ride to the airport was uneventful and our time at the airport was memorably only for the remarkable number of Chick Taylors’ on display, the flight to Cusco was one of the most challenging of TBJ’s young life. For the first time, TBJ had a truly bad flight. The good news is that we were surrounded by families, other than two poor souls with window seats in rows in which all 5 other seats held at least one kid and to old, well, assholes, in the first row. For most of the flight TBJ had no issues whatsoever. However, we could not get him to take a bottle once we started our descent about 25 minutes out (on a 1 hour flight). As a result, poor TBJ couldn’t equalize his ear pressure, which resulted in 20 minutes of the loudest, most agonized crying I’ve heard from him. Making it even more difficult, there was absolutely nothing that The Lady or I could do to help the little guy. I have never felt so helpless. (more…)
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