Me and the Gingers on an Adventure

I finally starting doing all the touristy things that you are supposed to do while in Cusco like visiting the ruins and going to museums. You need to buy a tourist ticket for 130 soles in order to get into any of the tourist sites and you only have 10 days to see all 14 museums and ruins that are included. Saturday is the city tour and Sunday is Tipon.


My partners in crime are the ginger siblings (A ginger is a redhead - which I found out a week ago and have been loving the name ever since - thou apparently there is a National Kick Ginger Day where redheads really do get beat up... wrong but a little funny).


So me and the Gingers go on our adventures to the ruins. The Gingers, besides being redheaded, have some other differences between us. Like being tall. And being hikers. And mountain climbers. Also, thou I did not know it before (because my behind has never been one with nature) I am scared of heights.


So the tall mountain climbing gingers are jumping over ruins and I am looking at these little stone step things like I am going to die. And everytime I am near the edge of anything I am having a private panick attack which I am hiding from the brave gingers. Can't be a punk. Gotta be gangsta with it even on the mountains (lol - this is probably what I was thinking about during the several times I tripped instead of focusing on my walk).The gingers were using camp slag and I had no idea what they were talking about half the time. Then they pulled these rainjackets from out they back pockets (ok that is an exaggeration but I swear that's what it seemed like).


That being said, I am glad I had some Ginger power with me. This trip is about putting myself outside my comfort zone. Being with people who challenge me while patiently waiting while my stubby self is holding on to dear life on rocks they had no problem jumping over was nice(please note that this example is literally and not an exaggeration).  I am sure I slowed them down but they never complained or teased (which I surely would have done). And now I want to learn to rock climb. Even if it's a baby 10 foot rock. Which I am sure I will have another panick attack with and tell myself I gotta be a thug cuz no 10 foot rock is goona get the best of me.  


The randomness - part of our adventure was spinning around with arms wide open singing the hills are alive with the sound of music while in the ruins. A mess. But when surrounded by mountains...