My favorite hotels and travels

My favorite hotels and travels

The first hotel I fell in love with was the Montesario in Cuzco, Peru.  Off the main plaza a few blocks, the once monastery and before that most likely a temple or palace of the Inca, the hotel dominates a smaller plaza.  Upon entering the lobby, I was refreshed by the peace and serenity.  Dominating the lobby was a table with a giant silver urn and beside it a lattice silver bowl with dried leaves.  This was the coca tea, the survival drink at such a high altitude.  Off in a corner was an oxygen bottle.  A small gilded chapel was off to the side and the courtyard in the middle of the hotel was dominated by roses of the most brilliant colors.  My first meal in Cuzco was in the dining room.  I’ll never forget the bowl of soup.  Before me was a large shallow soup bowl and in the bottom were slices of avocados.  After pouring a cup of hot coca tea, the waiter poured creamed potatoes over the avocado.  The courses that followed were flavorful and brilliant.  I distinctly remember the long, bright green beans more flavorful than any green bean deserves.  Maybe the altitude enhances all experiences.  It did for me.