Wes and I both were nursing pisco hangovers during our early morning flight from Lima to Cusco, but even the misery of being crammed into microscopic coach seats couldn’t dim the beauty of seeing the snow-capped Andes peek through the clouds as we began our descent into Cusco.
Once we dropped beneath the clouds, we saw the airport’s runways stretched out in the valley, hemmed in by incredible peaks. After the pilot landed the plane, the cabin broke out in polite applause, as if a symphony had just concluded.