Tuesday, a day of chores and relaxation

Yesterday, we got up at about 7:00 again and suited up for our 6 mile hike back down the train tracks to the hydroelectric plant. There, we got a ride to Santa Teresa, and from there a ride to Santa María. We ate some much-needed lunch and then bought tickets for a bus to Cuzco scheduled to leave about an hour later. Two hours later, we had repeatedly checked in with the guy who sold them, but still no bus. Finally he learned through some phone calls that the bus had broken down up the road in Quillabamba. He was a nice dude, so he gave us a refund and we caught a passenger bus back to Cuzco that took about five hours.
It was REALLY chilly back in Cuzco last night when we showed up at about 11, so we checked back into the hostal and walked around the city for some hot food. But basically everything is closed on a cold Monday night, so it took about twenty minutes to finally find some burgers and shish kababs. Afterward, back home for showers and sleep, interrupted only by some stupid ugly American types in the room across the hall.
Today, not much to report. Andy and Pat cruised to the campesino market down the street and bought a TON of carrots, onions, cucumber, spinach, peppers, tomatos, bread and cheese while I cleaned up the room and my foot injury. By the way, for all those concerned readers (like Sue Moore and my Mom, thanks), the foot is fine. I heal pretty quickly. We mixed it all up, except the bread, and ate a spicy salad fit for a king. The rest of the day, just going to hang out, rest up from Machu Picchu, do laundry, and explore Cuzco. Even war-weary travelers like us need to rest up for a day sometimes.
All is well, still having a blast, and we hope you all are, too. Within the next few days, another city and another adventure awaits us.

Chau, friend and family,
Brad