The flight from Lima to Cusco was very well organized and smooth. We exited the plane down the steps and walked on the tarmac outside the airport building to the baggage claim area. I was the first one off the plane and as I rounded a corner I saw a beautiful mountain in front of me and burst out crying. I was surprised by the level of emotion I felt to be back in the sacred Andes after so many months away.
Daya, who now runs the retreat center, was waiting for me outside the gates since no one was allowed to drive into the airport. The forty minute drive to Pisac I soaked in the energy of the apus as Daya and I caught up on life in this strange time.
When we arrived at my house, I was greeted with open arms by my caretaker Evaristo who has been looking after me and my place for 18 years. We cried with tears of joy and deep gratitude, back together at last.
I got home just as the provincial borders closed again for quarantine. If I ever doubted I was blessed by the angels, I know for sure they were with me all the way home. The timing was guided by grace with the commercial flights from Lima to Cusco only opened for a short two week period.
I imagine the “Covid Chronicles” will continue for some unknown time to come but I much prefer being “stuck” in my home surround by my beloved mountains, than anywhere else.
August 10, 2020