Maccu Picchu...eeeeepppiiccccc

Hullo everyone,
As I´m sure you can tell by the title, I´m writing this blog mere hours after my return from the defining aspect of the trip. I´ll be honest, mastery of words aside, I doubt I could possibly convey to you the sheer amazingness of the experience. Staring at the screen right now I´m finding it exceedingly difficult to choose any adjectives from my extensive arsenal that are in any way applicable. I will, however, try my best. This past Saturday morning we woke up at 5 am, as I whiningly mentioned last post, and were picked up by our travel group in a van. The other members of our group were an extremely friendly German couple, an American electrical engineer from D.C., and a 24 year old British girl. As it turns out our group of seven made a perfect combination for the trip. Sorry again, but words are just slipping from my grasp as I type this.
There are some experiences in life that seem to become memory literally as they occur, captured in snapshots and sent into the subconscious because they are just too amazing to fully process at the time. As I walked the Inca trail and drank in the incredible sights around me I watched as each breathtaking image followed each breathtaking image until I was completely saturated with unbelievable views and once in a lifetime experiences. The hike itself was so impossibly glorious that we were immediately jaded, convinced that Macchu Picchu, the summit of our hike and our entire trip to Peru, could not possibly live up to the journey to it. Challenging as it was, and trust me it was extremely challenging, the sense of triumph in every step was worth every single drop of sweat (the exact value of what I´m proposing will be more understandable once you see my pictures). The sights that we were confronted with were so rare and stunning that I was actually loathe to use my camera, knowing full well that my digital camera, the product of an extremely advanced society, could not possibly capture what I was seeing with my naked eye. Don´t worry though, I still took plenty of pictures. I´m sorry if I´m not being my usual descriptive self. It seems I´m stuck articulating how impossible it is to articulate what I just did.
Macchu Picchu, despite our preparedness for dissapointment, was unbelievable, and looked exactly like it did in its online pictures. The only difference now I´m in those pictures.
Expect another post in about 3 days (after our white-water rafting trip). I promise that the next one will be far more satisfying once I put some time in between myself and the experience. It´s amazing-I´ve never been this speechless.
P.S. Happy Birthday Dassi!!!