The month of September holds many firsts. One being my first trip to a Spanish speaking country outside of my families native Puerto Rico, and the other being my first time to South America.
Every place in this world hold their own specific traditions that make them unique as the language they speak. Even if they share the same language as you, their way of expression always differs to fit their unique culture and way of life.
This 8 hour and 3,635 mile flight to South America has bitten me with the travel bug, and my need to see more of this world has started to grow. I have yet to see much of this South American country. I kept my first Peruvian visit strictly to its imperial city of Cusco, and ruins of Machu Picchu.
With my return back home to New York approaching and ending my discovery of Peru, I feel a wave of sadness approaching. A feeling knowing I will have to wait to start another adventure, I just need to pick the place.