For us Cusco will always be… the narrow winding streets of San Blas, red rooftops, baby llamas, San Pedro market, altitude sickness, painters in plazas, late nights baking bread with Max, street dogs, panting our way up the stairs to the house on the hill, drinking chicha with men speaking Quechua, Fabi and his family at Greenpoint, tofu curry at Jacks, the guys growing mushrooms in the hills, delivery boys racing through the streets with gas canisters attached to their motorbikes, a sunrise hike with Wayra to the Temple of the Moon, every color of corn imaginable, and piles of trash waiting to be picked upβ€”or picked apart by the dogs.