TO PERU, WITH LOVE THIS VALENTINES
To my dearest Peru,
I do hope this letter finds you well and in good form.
I have a much pressing matter, which has been playing on my mind ever since we met three years ago. I can contain it no longer and I must unburden my heart and tell you that Peru, you are the one, my true one love on this earth.
Within hours of our first meeting, a kind of breathlessness came over me. I had never felt such pain and desire simultaneously before. My heart was fluttering like a butterfly, escalating exponentially to a strong pulsating sensation. My head filled slowly with fog like a muddied convection leaving no room for lateral thought. I felt sluggish and barely able to place one foot in front of the other. A medical opinion confirmed altitude sickness but I knew it was something far worse, something that was beginning to consume me.
No amount of traditional coca tea concoction would cure what I had, for I was under a spell; I was already yours in mind and spirit and now in body too.
The more I got to know you, the more and more I was falling for every part of you. The coastal beauty and magnificent cuisine of Lima, the perfect Andean terrain and backdrop in Ollantaytambo and then there was the splendour of the great Incan citadel of Machu Picchu.
But it was Cusco that will always remain my favourite part of you. The colonial architecture, watching the world go by with a coffee in hand and the stunning Belmond Hotel Monasterio and its presidential suite.
You may recall, I was gasping for every breath and could not climb the Inca trail for medical reasons, but you ensured I did not miss out on seeing Hiram Bingham’s greatest discovery of Machu Picchu. You treated me to the greatest birthday gift of all travelling in utter luxury on the Belmond Hiram Bingham.
I spent the night in your arms at Machu Picchu with views of the great Huyana Picchu in the milieu.
We sipped on Pisco Sours, at the Belmond sanctuary lodge and rose at 5 am to spontaneously walk with the llamas amongst a cloud of mist around us.
It felt like we were floating in the clouds! A lasting memory that I will hold as dear as a prized family heirloom.
I often wonder if Hiram Bingham felt this love when he uncovered the citadel that he read about set on a mission of discovery in search of it? Imagine his sheer incredulity.
I live in great anticipation of the moment we set eyes upon each other again and that I can finally tell you in person that my heart belongs to you and no other. You are the love of my life.
But until then, I shall savour the memories that live so vividly in my head, look at the visual photographic remainders and hold this physical mark of my visit to commemorate our time together.
To Peru, with love this Valentines.
El tuyo siempre,