Having to say goodbye...

The people I met in Cusco were some of the nicest most genuine people I have ever met. The thought of never seeing these people again was a giant cloud hanging over my head for my last day there. I thought my flight was at 5pm when it was really at 11am which forced me to leave without getting to say adios to some of my closer friends. It's probably a good thing because the ones I did get to say weren't easy. I don't know what it was but leaving Cusco was harder for me than leaving my own home...