Yes, the week of Peru-related

Yes, the week of Peru-related entries continues. I’m still going through withdrawal from vacation, and it’s rough. Yesterday afternoon I was extremely productive, and yet the more I worked, the more depressed I got, because all I was doing was sitting in front of my computer. I’d much rather be productive when the term implies hiking miles through the mountains.
Until now, I’ve forgotten to mention the song we wrote while hiking the Inca Trail and Huayna Picchu. It was a joint effort, mainly by Cari, Karen and me, and is sung to the tune of “Leavin’ on a Jet Plane.” Without further ado:
All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go
Pauld is standing outside my tent door
He says “let’s go and walk, the sun is high”
The porters are taking down the tents
the cook’s bringing breakfast that’s fit for a prince
but already we’re so full, we just could cry
Chorus:
So feed me and carry my stuff
‘Cause the trail is really tough
Cuddle with me in my tent so I don’t freeze
‘Cause I’m leavin’ on the Inca Trail
I really hope that I don’t fail
Oh baby, my aching knees!
There’s so many times we’ve climbed more stairs
Ups and downs always come in pairs
We’re all tired but Pauld just climbs and smiles
He tells Reynaldi “oh, te llamo”
But the English-speakers hear “te amo!”
We all laugh and hike a few more miles
(Chorus)
Now we’ve trekked across Peru
Down below is Machu Picchu
And I’m so sad we have to say goodbye
Snow-capped peaks on every side
Inca ruins left behind
But we’ve got to catch that big jet plane and fly
(Chorus)