I am taking it extra easy this morning, as I did yesterday. I cannot have the luxury of calling in sick again. I must be disciplined and forge ahead, even if I look, and feel like crap. So I am at the office, reading the L.A times, drinking hot tea, and writing to you, since tonight after my night gig, I will simply go home and sleep.
It is so true that all that is needed when one has the flu is rest. Yesterday I had to leave the office early as I was feeling ill, and I lay all day on the couch watching “Real Life” on MTV (no batteries on remote). I did catch enough sporadic rest to feel half way better today.
What caught my attention on msn was article on new 7 wonders of the world. Included on that list is Machu Picchu, the lost Inca city, set upon mountains 8,000 feet above sea level. Check the picture above; now note the profile resembling a man of the dominating mountain. Legend has it that extra terrestrials aided the Incas in the construction of these temples. All stone work in so tightly compacted together, without adhesives, that not even one pin can be inserted in between those.
What I can vouch for is the surreal feeling of being atop that city. The view is majestic, and I recall standing overlooking the vast green valley below and tears welling up in my eyes. These were for the loss of such an enterprising and ancient civilization, virtually wiped out and reduced to ashes due to avarice and deceit.
The Inca’s were warriors and stressed disciple and hard work, no one was allowed to be lazy and everyone contributed to the empire. Perhaps that is what made me so sad. Now the descendants of such a noble civilization, are lost with few job opportunities, lots get lost in the seductive oblivion induced by drugs, these cheaply available. There is a high rate of suicide among teens, who don’t perceive a bright future ahead. The elderly instead of being venerated and taken care of have to decide between food or medicine, or heat in the frigid, coastal winters.
On a bright note, I recall “the best meal” I had of my entire life. This was upon arriving at the city of Cuzco post my trek to Machu Picchu. I felt renewed energy surging through me, as I had stood at the temple of the sun for quite some time, and it is said at this point of the earth, one can tap into energy fields. I stopped at a local Pollo a la Brasa place which offers broiled chicken. This was the best tasting meal of my life, and it was simply sublime.
It is so true that all that is needed when one has the flu is rest. Yesterday I had to leave the office early as I was feeling ill, and I lay all day on the couch watching “Real Life” on MTV (no batteries on remote). I did catch enough sporadic rest to feel half way better today.
What caught my attention on msn was article on new 7 wonders of the world. Included on that list is Machu Picchu, the lost Inca city, set upon mountains 8,000 feet above sea level. Check the picture above; now note the profile resembling a man of the dominating mountain. Legend has it that extra terrestrials aided the Incas in the construction of these temples. All stone work in so tightly compacted together, without adhesives, that not even one pin can be inserted in between those.
What I can vouch for is the surreal feeling of being atop that city. The view is majestic, and I recall standing overlooking the vast green valley below and tears welling up in my eyes. These were for the loss of such an enterprising and ancient civilization, virtually wiped out and reduced to ashes due to avarice and deceit.
The Inca’s were warriors and stressed disciple and hard work, no one was allowed to be lazy and everyone contributed to the empire. Perhaps that is what made me so sad. Now the descendants of such a noble civilization, are lost with few job opportunities, lots get lost in the seductive oblivion induced by drugs, these cheaply available. There is a high rate of suicide among teens, who don’t perceive a bright future ahead. The elderly instead of being venerated and taken care of have to decide between food or medicine, or heat in the frigid, coastal winters.
On a bright note, I recall “the best meal” I had of my entire life. This was upon arriving at the city of Cuzco post my trek to Machu Picchu. I felt renewed energy surging through me, as I had stood at the temple of the sun for quite some time, and it is said at this point of the earth, one can tap into energy fields. I stopped at a local Pollo a la Brasa place which offers broiled chicken. This was the best tasting meal of my life, and it was simply sublime.
