The big news to start with is I lost five pounds. The guide said this wasn't a weight loss trip because we would be well fed, but hiking steep mountains for 10-14 miles a day will make you lose weight. And I couldn't escape the fertility subject. I threw up the morning before the start of our trek and the guide asked me if I was pregnant. No, I'm not. A fellow trekker, after describing our fertility problems (OK, I brought it on myself) said, "well, you might be pregnant now." "No, I'm not." "How do you know?" "Because I know." I would have just missed getting my period until the day we got home but LAN Airlines (I hate them) booked us on a flight from Lima to LAX a day after we were scheduled to leave. So, we had some unexpected time in Lima. Not bad, but not great.
It was an amazing trip for sure. Well worth the time and expense. I can't remember the last time I took two weeks off. The trek pushed me further than I thought I could go. By the seventh day, I absolutely didn't want to walk anymore but I had to. There were no more mules to carry anybody. There was personal drama, relationship drama, religious drama, and not much serenity. But as I kept saying to myself on the trail, "I'm still alive." And back home and at work for which I am very grateful.