Traveling to Peru was one of the most important experiences of my life.
It was there where I first saw the intense poverty present in the Peruvian mountainside.
It was there I met strangers who would gently remind me of the path I should be on in my life.
It was there I saw how the pain and the trauma of major historical events can propagate through incredible amounts of time.
It is there I felt resentment and guilt for being born into privilege.
It is there I saw the tallest snow-capped mountains, the bubbling rivers, and the starriest skies.
It is there I was reminded of the wisdom the ancients held.
It is there I felt most alive.