The lush, green cliffs are kept tidy by the resident lawnmowers — the dozen or so alpacas who live atop the mountain. Throngs of tourists speaking languages I don’t understand are pushing and shoving each other in an effort to capture that elusive, but perfect, Kodak moment; the same one that will grace the cover of the family Christmas card. A light rain begins to fall and as I look across the flats, plastic punches of red, blue and green pepper the landscape, billowing in the wind and shielding the masses from the wetness. The rain eventually relents and, as I tilt my head towards the sky, I see a rainbow so vivid and bright that I am rendered speechless. The ancient Incan sanctuary is even more stunning than I’d imagined.
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