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Eyes open. Clothes on. Some breaksfast. Walk to take the bus. Get on the bus. Nerves. Lot of nerves. All because of that mountain. I was nervous, yes, really nervous and anxious. I slept only two hours becase I had to deliver an essay that same day. I probably should have been angry and exhausted, but it didn´t matter. Any way, my goal that day was dedicated to another thing. 20 minutes on the bus, seriously? It was infinite time for me. Still nervous. I started to walk, looking at that mountain, but I couldn't find it. There were a lot of fog. Maggic and mysticism. I think you should know about which mountain I'm talking about, maybe not? Finally, I started to climb! What a view. What a silence, precious silence. That was an unique moment, listening to my breath while I was trying to reach the top. Every step that I took was giving me different feelings of what was happening during my time on that place. Historical place. Its green and white gives me power to don't give up. Reached the top. Fog. Suddlenly, city appeared! IT WAS WORTH IT! My dear Wayna Picchu.