Lost in Cuzco

BlogHer Network
During my first day in Peru last August, my mushy brain and I kept stumbling over simple questions. I had started at sea level 20 hours before, endured a cheap-flight marathon through five airports, and crashed in a hotel room at Cuzco’s oxygen-starved 11,000 feet. Altitude sickness mixed with jet lag: the greatest sleep aid known to man. . . .

Read more from Lost in Cuzco at (Don't Be) Too Timid and Squeamish