John’s Trip to Peru
“My throat hurts,” Erika said to me Saturday night while we were packing up Franz and Helga for our early morning flight to Cusco, Peru. Thus began nearly a month of Erika dealing with illness in one form or another, and of me exploring Peru on my own for a while. Cusco We landed in Cusco and had to argue with the taxi drivers over rates—amazingly, something we really hadn’t done until now. “Oh, that’s for taxis outside the airport,…