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Authors: Linda George
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truly special. So far, her mental image of Peru hadn’t matched what they’d seen in Lima, and she was ready for that image to come to life.
Sharon stayed in the lobby with the others, still full of energy and thrilled to have time to ask Alex all the questions she wanted to ask. Have you always lived in Cusco? How old are you? And the biggie. Are you married? Surely you have a girlfriend? If not, then why not? Would you like to have a girlfriend?
Lynn would undoubtedly hear all the answers in the morning. She planned on being in bed before Sharon returned to the room and had made her promise to come in quietly.
She hardly had time to recount the day before she fell asleep.
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Alex patiently answered all of Sharon’s questions, which he’d answered many times before on previous tours. Then, he excused himself. “It’s been a long day. I have to have my beauty rest so I’ll be able to regale you with fun and interesting facts tomorrow about Caral, where you will see pyramids older than the ones on the Giza Plateau in Egypt. Good night to all of you. It’s been a pleasure. I promise you will enjoy our trip to Caral in the morning. There will be sunshine!”
T he ladies wished him a good night’s sleep. When he got to the elevator, he wondered if Lynn might still be awake. He’d have to make sure they sat together tomorrow at lunch in Barranca.
Peru’s national day of celebration was approaching. In one more day, he and his group would be in Cusco, where they would enjoy fireworks and dancing at the festivities honoring the Peruvian Day of Independence from Spanish rule. That day, they’d have lunch at the Incanto Restaurant, overlooking the Plaza de Armas where the festivities would be centered. He definitely looked forward to that time.
When Alex got back to his room that night, he realized he was more tired than he thought. He looked forward to tomorrow morning, when they’d drive out of the fog of Lima, into the sunshine of Caral. More than anything, he hoped sunshine would lift Lynn’s spirits. Whatever she’d heard on the phone had not been good news. He could tell by her expression. He couldn’t wait to see her smile again.
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Lynn woke up the next morning feeling better than the previous morning, but still not completely rested, thanks to lying awake for an hour after she’d turned out her light last night, leaving the bathroom light on for Sharon. Barb had planned their itinerary to include some time off in Cusco, so they could wander through the plazas and the market on their own. She couldn’t wait to get there.
This morning’s destination excited her, too. If anything could distract her from what was going on at home, it was Caral. She’d taught her students about the wonders of Caral with its eight ancient pyramids and three sunken plazas. Alex was correct. They were older than the pyramids of Khufu, Khafre, and Menkaure on the Giza Plateau. Only, the pyramids at Caral weren’t built of limestone. They were built from mud, grass, and stones. Some of the pyramids, according to what she’d read and the photographs she’d seen, had almost worn away, but the Great Pyramid— El Pyrámide Mayor —was still standing. Seeing the place she’d taught students to marvel about would truly be a treat—and the perfect distraction.
The altitude at Caral was about 1,100 feet. For the first time since they’d left Virginia, Lynn felt excited and eager for the day’s tour!
Sharon was still asleep, s o their order in the bathroom was reversed this morning. By the time Lynn emerged, Sharon was sitting on the side of the bed making groaning noises, rubbing her face and tousling her hair.
“I never should’ve had that third Pisco Sour.” She made her way into the bathroom.
“Don’t take too long!” Lynn told her. “I’ll be downstairs having breakfast.”
“Stick a bagel in your purse for me.”
Lynn headed for the elevator and was pleasantly surprised to see Alex there,
Sharon stayed in the lobby with the others, still full of energy and thrilled to have time to ask Alex all the questions she wanted to ask. Have you always lived in Cusco? How old are you? And the biggie. Are you married? Surely you have a girlfriend? If not, then why not? Would you like to have a girlfriend?
Lynn would undoubtedly hear all the answers in the morning. She planned on being in bed before Sharon returned to the room and had made her promise to come in quietly.
She hardly had time to recount the day before she fell asleep.
<><><><>
Alex patiently answered all of Sharon’s questions, which he’d answered many times before on previous tours. Then, he excused himself. “It’s been a long day. I have to have my beauty rest so I’ll be able to regale you with fun and interesting facts tomorrow about Caral, where you will see pyramids older than the ones on the Giza Plateau in Egypt. Good night to all of you. It’s been a pleasure. I promise you will enjoy our trip to Caral in the morning. There will be sunshine!”
T he ladies wished him a good night’s sleep. When he got to the elevator, he wondered if Lynn might still be awake. He’d have to make sure they sat together tomorrow at lunch in Barranca.
Peru’s national day of celebration was approaching. In one more day, he and his group would be in Cusco, where they would enjoy fireworks and dancing at the festivities honoring the Peruvian Day of Independence from Spanish rule. That day, they’d have lunch at the Incanto Restaurant, overlooking the Plaza de Armas where the festivities would be centered. He definitely looked forward to that time.
When Alex got back to his room that night, he realized he was more tired than he thought. He looked forward to tomorrow morning, when they’d drive out of the fog of Lima, into the sunshine of Caral. More than anything, he hoped sunshine would lift Lynn’s spirits. Whatever she’d heard on the phone had not been good news. He could tell by her expression. He couldn’t wait to see her smile again.
<><><><>
Lynn woke up the next morning feeling better than the previous morning, but still not completely rested, thanks to lying awake for an hour after she’d turned out her light last night, leaving the bathroom light on for Sharon. Barb had planned their itinerary to include some time off in Cusco, so they could wander through the plazas and the market on their own. She couldn’t wait to get there.
This morning’s destination excited her, too. If anything could distract her from what was going on at home, it was Caral. She’d taught her students about the wonders of Caral with its eight ancient pyramids and three sunken plazas. Alex was correct. They were older than the pyramids of Khufu, Khafre, and Menkaure on the Giza Plateau. Only, the pyramids at Caral weren’t built of limestone. They were built from mud, grass, and stones. Some of the pyramids, according to what she’d read and the photographs she’d seen, had almost worn away, but the Great Pyramid— El Pyrámide Mayor —was still standing. Seeing the place she’d taught students to marvel about would truly be a treat—and the perfect distraction.
The altitude at Caral was about 1,100 feet. For the first time since they’d left Virginia, Lynn felt excited and eager for the day’s tour!
Sharon was still asleep, s o their order in the bathroom was reversed this morning. By the time Lynn emerged, Sharon was sitting on the side of the bed making groaning noises, rubbing her face and tousling her hair.
“I never should’ve had that third Pisco Sour.” She made her way into the bathroom.
“Don’t take too long!” Lynn told her. “I’ll be downstairs having breakfast.”
“Stick a bagel in your purse for me.”
Lynn headed for the elevator and was pleasantly surprised to see Alex there,
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