We had just had a wonderfully filling meal and decided to do a little shopping. In the midst of bartering with a lady selling carved gourds in the square, she decided to make small talk. She motioned to my belly, smiled widely and said something horrific about how I could give the trinket to my "nino". I shrieked something like "it's a food baby!" in spanish and we made our getaway, with Oliver laughing his fool head off. Other highlights were eating, (a lot) Oliver getting a fever, and the hailstorm of the century! It started to rain, so we began the trek back to the hostel, which was fortunate, because right as we got back it began hailing so hard. Then the streets flooded. It was excellent. Hail, in Cusco... who knew?
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