August, 2009
It was a beautiful two-hour journey to Ollantaytambo. My driver was all personality, regardless of how little English he spoke, and was extremely patient (and amused) with my pathetic grasp of basic Spanish.
"¿Foto? ¿Aquí?"
He was also very patient and accommodating of my desire to stop for pictures...
We were having a lovely afternoon. He asked if I was a vegetarian. ¿Que? Apparently he knew a place that had good chicharrones, did I want to stop?
For chicharrones? What's the Spanish word for always?
Seriously. Best fucking chicharrones ever. Big, fatty hunks of pork drenched in even more fat. The most flavor you can fit on a fork. Red onion relish, plump, juicy corn, spicy peppers. Sr. de Huanca has got it figured out. The "two pigs fucking" logo is just an extra bonus, really. Like lagniappe...
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