On our last night in Cuzco, walking home I realised I was not as breathless - or at least not needing to breathe so deeply so quickly. It is amazing how the body adapts.
But it was still a relief to land in Lima, flying in over the ocean to the airport.
Suddenly you remember what normal is. And I enjoyed my glass of wine at dinner. I did not dare have any at Cusco nor at Macchu Picchu.
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