Day 6: Flight of the Hummingbird

San Blas felt like a world within a world. I spent the day wandering its narrow, winding streets, each turn revealing something unexpected-a quiet courtyard, a mural hidden along a staircase, or a small shop filled with handmade ceramics. The sun peeked through the clouds, warming the white walls and terra cotta roofs.

An artisan shop caught my eye, filled with woven textiles and hand-carved wooden pieces. I spent some time chatting with the shop owner, a woman with soft hands and a soft smile. She explained the meaning behind the geometric patterns woven into the fabrics-each symbol a story passed down through generations.

I bought a small ceramic bowl painted with a simple motif of a hummingbird in flight. It felt right to carry a little piece of this place with me.

I found a cafe at the top of the neighborhood, with a view that stretched over the rooftops of Cusco. The breeze carried the faint scent of wood smoke, and I made a few sketches of the scene before the sun began to dip behind the hills.

The day felt light and leisurely, as if the streets themselves knew that some things are meant to be savored slowly.