It's not summer and I'm not in europe but I am abroad so hi.

I have so many feels and most of them aren't good. The problem is I can't decide if I hurt more from the altitude, acid reflux, latent cold, time adjustment (both zones and the fact that I was in the plane for so many hours) or motion sickness. Why do I travel??

Luckily the night before I left I tried to check in and couldn't so I called up united. Next thing I know instead of being on a 7am flight with 4 stop overs I'm on a 9am flight which turns into a 10am flight in an email as I'm sleeping. So I got my sleep. Yay!

I didn't however locate my registration for my car. I assumed it was in my car. You know what they say about assuming. I made a huge ass out of myself at flight car because they told me there was nothing they could do without registration. On principle obviously I won't be using them again. 1.5 hours to go til my flight and I am stuck with a car in south san Francisco. I drive to a few places that are full and finally find a place online which I book(for $13 a night.  Between that and my dog it's costing me like $50 a night to not be in oakland).  It all works out.

I fly to Houston and then lima. Nothing super eventful except I got economy plus on the lima part and got to watch some good movies/tv. I arrive around midnight and am greeted with a mall food court with dunkin donuts among other things. I beline there as I haven't eaten in a while and have 5 hours to kill. Then I notice a spa and head in.

I ask for a foot massage and a body massage. I try to ask her if there is airconditioning. She does not understand. I tried to tell her I want cold. She hands me a blanket. Luckily I didnt say I was hot because the direct translation of that is not what I would have wanted to say to a massuose with a language barrier. She does the body first in a back room and tells me she is going on break but I should just rest. Next thing I know 3 hours have passed and I got a place to rest overnight. I decline the foot massage and head to the massive check in line.

There is a two hour delay (due to weather, but three other cusco flights leave in the meantime) and I am in cusco. I'm in a fog for many of the aforementioned reasons.  The hotel lady gives me oxygen and coco tea. After trying to see if I can catch nicole and having some spaghetti carbonara my world becomes my hotel room. (at around 11am I think)  It's now midnight, I've slept most of the day (breaking one of my travel cardinal rules) and still a bit foggy. Tomorrow hopefully I will explore?