Fifteenth-century ruins sit nestled between sharp, rocky peaks. Ancient cliffs tower over the lush Sacred Valley. Mist rolls across the landscape and a cool breeze blows across the grassy green terraces.
This Incan site was one of my very earliest sources of wanderlust. I remember being very young, and seeing a picture of Machu Picchu in a travel magazine somewhere in my house. I knew that I had to visit this ancient wonder someday–it called to me, and I never forgot it.