Vilvabamba is also known as the place of life forever. Villagers state it is because of the pureness of its drinking water. I doub it very much after spend two days throwing up all the liquid I put into my body. I guess the absolutely lack of stress has more to do. That stressfree life can be very stressfull for an European like me, who wonder everyday in the evening what the earth to do with my life till night time (well apart the days I spent ill, in which I didn´t think at all, it was hard enough to try to keep something within my body).
En Vilcabamba hicimos el guiri, guiri... nos fuimos de excursión guiada a caballo!!!! Y aunque las fotos tengan una pinta muy chula, no teneis ni idea de lo que duele el culo y los muslos. Y total, que a mi caballo lo adelantaban las viejas andando. Y yo me pregunto, tanta diferencia hicieron los caballos cuando los españoles llegaron a América? Imagino que los suyos correrian más que mi vago Capuchino (así se llamaba mi caballo).
