Machu Picchu, the hidden city surrounded by mountains and nonchalant llamas, was a dream realized, a series of fortunate events that allowed us to breath Peruvian air and flirt with ceviche in all its different styles, flavors, indulgences. There were rolling hills that fall inside each other and invent new ribboning colors, invading your eyes with the kind of vision that artists salivate over. 

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