Thirteen years ago i went to Machu Picchu with my best friend in this moment of my life. There were almost fifteen days in the zone, visiting all the touristic places. Even more than remember the name of the places, the history of Machu Picchu etc., i have two exceptional memories of my travel. The first one, a kid of eight or nine years old who was in the Cuzco square. He knew diferent  topics about many differents countries in the world, and he used to tell you : "Hey, where are you from- Chile- Ok, the money of Chile is El Peso, Santiago is the capital, etc", and after this speech, he asked one dollar, and the same ritual with other tourist from Brazil, Spain, Italy. Was very amazing. The second one, a history of white humor. When we returned of Machu Picchu by train, the rail had a problem, so we had to finish the travel to Cuzco by taxi. The horror started when we saw that our driver don´t knew how to drive...we had to develop our courage and endure three large hours of fear in the way. In 2014 i want to visit Cuzco again. I hope enjoy new adventures like these.