We jumped right back in to our lives and now we dreamed of our visit to Peru. The crazy things that happened seemed surreal. One thing I knew in my heart was that I would return to Peru. It was just a question of how. In my mind, I formulated a plan to return. This time I would go with a group of women and we would hike the Inca Trail. I put the word out to my friends and contacted Vidal to get a schedule and a price.

Vidal seemed happy to hear from me and was more than happy to organize another trip for me. This group would be different. All women and we would hike.   In addition to hiking, we would visit the highlands and go to Lake Titicaca. I was never concerned about the elevations.  We would go from sea level to 12,500 feet above sea level when we arrived in Lake Titicaca. 

On the Inca Trail, the altitude would top out at 14,000 ft when we hiked over "Dead Woman's Pass."  I just wanted to go. Being in Peru for me, was like going home.  I felt comfortable and at ease on the streets of Cusco.  I enjoyed the sights and smells of the ancient world mixed with modern elements.  It was more than just traveler's exhileration. I discovered a connection to something soulful and meaningful. Not that we don't have those things in western society, but it seems that each of us searches for ways to make our lives meaningful and I had found mine.

This trip was the beginning of my new world that I didn't know was about to happen.