Reunion in the Ruins

At our hostel in Cuzco. From right, Erin, my sister Anna, my brother Andrew, his girlfriend Radha, her son and cutest kid ever Nilamani, Margaret, and me.

Drinking from the Fountain of Eternal Youth.

In the tunnels. The Incas apparently hid from the Spanish here.

So silly, in the back of a pick-up truck whose owner we convinced to give us a ride to town. They stopped for a few minutes to get a drink, but we survived.