We´re  living about an hour outside of the old Inca capital of Cusco in the Sacred Valley in the village of Pisac. We live in an down a dirt road about one kilometer outside of town. My friend has style, that´s for sure – the house is shaped like a condor with outstretched wings. The living room has two disco balls that we refer to as the ¨eyes¨of the condor. We´ve been known to crank up the disco ball eyes and have post-dinner dance parties . . .

 The Urubamba River, which eventually connects to the Amazon, runs next to the dirt road. I can hear the roar of the river when I stand outside on the patio. Other than the river, the quiet is complete and divine. I´m surrounded on all sides by giant terraced mountains. The windows of my bedroom open up to the mountain with the Pisac ruins nestled on top. Walking to town is always an adventure – sometimes I see free-roaming sows nursing little piglets, sometimes I only smell the droppings they´ve left behind, always the river accompanies me.

The town itself is very small. We come almost every day to buy fresh vegetables and meat from tiny local retailers, flies buzzing all around and dogs roaming among the cobblestone streets. Life is simple, the people are kind and slowing down sure is nice . . .