I wanted to go to Peru just recently. And in a random moment just after I graduated college I bought a plane ticket and went there with my sister. Peru is not what I imagined. I thought I was going to like it but not that I was going to LOVE it. That two weeks trip to South America was nothing else but Magic. It brought me back to life in a period of my life when I just wanted to be sucked by it.
My favorite place in Peru was -of course- Machu Picchu. I wanted to see it since quite a while but I never thought that it was going to be what it was, that it was going to make me feel the way I felt. I went inside the ruins early in the morning and an intense fog was covering everything but in some fragments of time it slowly cleared and without it -and even with it- everything was beautiful. Yeah, without a doubt, Machu Picchu is one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. It felt weird to be there, but good weird. I felt like I didn't exist. It was so beautiful, so magnificent, that I felt invisible.