George picked us up for our drive to the Sacred Valley. He made good use of his connections to take us to every tourist outfit along the way, even if I told him not to. They all made out as we bought a lot of stuff. George finally made good by taking us to the pisca market and ruins.
After navigating through the arts and crafts, we finally found the locals buying and selling fruits, vegetables, and bread. We filled up some bags of goods and headed towards the hotel\house, which had a kitchen, fireplace and two bedrooms. Finally, a little privacy for the big kids. On the way we stopped by a restaurant for lunch where a pet dear sat on the lawn. Ava had to go out and pet it and that little doe stayed in the grass, lying down with out any fright. Ava spent 5 minutes with that dear and when she left the poor little dear wasn´t through with her. She jumped on her hind legs and tried to pat Ava on the top of the head with her front hooves. Ava let out a scream and George came to the rescue by whacking the dear back. She stayed in her seat all through lunch.
The adobe house we called home was kept us relaxed after our jaunts through the sacred valley and the last Inca strong hold of Ollytamtaybo. There I drank some of the fermented corn brew called Chincha in a surviving inca neiborhood of intact walls, streets and family compounds. At night we would come home to a fire place and beer.
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