Finally, our big day arrived . . . the day we were going to visit Machu Picchu! (Or macho pee-chew, as the kids call it). We woke up feeling optimistic for so many reasons. We had all managed to avoid altitude sickness and were acclimating well. We’d had a full night’s sleep at a nice hotel. We’d done a '’practice run” at some other ruins and it had gone well. We did a morning prayer and meditation for good attitudes and calm hearts. We at a protein-rich breakfast. So many high hopes. Well, . . .

I’ve got so many pictures of our day at Machu Picchu to share (as soon as I can get an internet connection that can handle all those photos). But I wanted to share one moment from our day. This happened at the point furthest from the entry gates to the ruins . . . it was a pretty brutal hike to get there, and all of us were feeling exhausted and a bit daunted by the walk back that we still had to make. We took a little break in the shade, and a man and a little boy soon crossed our . . .

Yesterday we had a relaxed morning in Ollantaytambo. We all slept in late and the kids played together quietly. I’m not sure how that happened or how I can replicate it at home. The hostel we are staying at has a homey vibe and a cute courtyard right outside our window. KB Tambo caters to backpackers but it was a great spot for families, and one of the few places in the area able to accommodate a larger family in a single room. After showering and packing up, we headed back to the . . .

Since we are traveling right now, I thought I’d go with a travel-related question: If you could have a free round-trip to any one place in the world, where would it be? I’m gonna go with Bora Bora. I’ve never been, and it just seems like one of those places that is so insanely beautiful that you are profoundly moved just by the scenery. I’m a fan of gorgeous beaches and warm weather, and Bora Bora seems like the perfect tropical spot, where relaxation is inevitable. The white sandy beaches, . . .

We arrived in Lima late at night, and immediately went to the home of our friends Blake and Sarah Goodfellow. Blake and Sarah moved here a little over a year ago to start up the Peru branch of Krochet Kids. It was so nice to see them again. Our kids picked up right where they left of, and were so thrilled to get to hang out. After a good night’s rest, Mark and the kids went with the Goodfellows to watch their daughter compete in a surf competition, which I stayed back to repack our belongings . . .

We’ve arrived safely in Lima, after about 20 hours of travel that I would not describe as our family’s greatest time together. We had to leave LAX at 1am, which meant that I had to pull sleeping children out of their beds. Never a great way to start a trip. Getting India up was like a wrestling match, with me trying to stand her upright and her scrambling to free herself from my grip and climb back into bed. As we were loading into the taxi, Karis started crying and yelling, “I don’t to go . . .