Cusco.

We found our comfort zone in Cusco and ended up staying for nearly 3 weeks. An area called San Blas swallowed us up with its lovely mix of people, banana bread and kittens. We ended up in a hostal which was pretty much someone's home with a few bedrooms to rent out. A lovely man and his mother who made us feel so welcome with a woodburner, a balcony and beautiful courtyard view and plenty of animals to make us feel loved. We also had a majestic hummingbird visiting regularly. The architecture was amazing, a mix of huge Incan stones with mudbrick and a touch of Spanish influence. We met a beatiful lady called Deborah who showed us the crevices we would never have seen and before we knew it  we were eating 2 course meals for 80p and exploring sacred caves and ruins in the rural mountainscape.  Feeling a strange burst of energy, we got memberships for a place called the 'Healing House' which offered yoga, pilates, meditation and hilariously named classes such as sound healing. It wasn't long before this feeling passed however and we found solice in the bottom of Chilean wine bottles. The markets and streetlife offered a rich array of andean handmade clothes and strange foods and there was a 'witches market' with all kinds of ominous looking potions, lama foetus' and pickled snakes for your average lovespell.  We had to drag ourselves away, determined to come back in the future.