Peru: what it means to be an Incan

So we are back from a 2-week adventure in Peru, I didn't write a thing there. Having only occasional internet access was not really an excuse. I was just too tired! and busy catching my breath, due to the 3-4K above sea level altitude, well, and the stunning vistas of course. My body was doing wired things there, trying to adjust its machinery to be a highlander. I am sure my red blood cell count shot up a great deal.
Now I am back to sea level living, I sense an euphoria. Maybe it's the lingering endorphins triggered from all the trekking, maybe it's just the oxygen.
The bottom line is that we all have to endure some hardship to appreciate comfort. Now sitting in my comfortable chair, I can start blogging about the trip, which more or less changed my trepidation of being a real backpacker. Who I am kidding? After all, I only loved hiking when I didn't have to sleep in a tent. And imagine going without shower for a few days! The trip was a big leap of faith, but luckily at the end, I was converted.