Cusco was like a random love affair. I was instantly attracted, to its beauty and decided to stay for a while. The buildings are colonial, the balconies are blue, the churches are intricate, the streets are built from huge smooth inca stones and the fountains flow between green flowery plazas. I have never been in such a pretty city. I walked around gazing with pleasure and swatting away the offers of postcards, paintings, massage, waxing, facials, shoe shining, spanish classes, inca dolls etc etc. Here's where I find out my new friend talks too much - Cusco is a city revolving around tourists and its tiring. A month later I woke up in the morning to find we had nothing to say to each other and that being pretty isn't enough. I left suddenly, desperate
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