Aside from that, we went on a strenuous hike with a view that was more than rewarding at the top. We could even see the snowcapped mountains of Bolivia from the island. Cool, right?
On our way back to Puno from Amantani, we stopped at Uros, a group of islands that are made of NOTHING more than reeds. The fact that people live on these islands and have to reconstruct them every 25 years is inconceivable to me, but pretty neat, too.
We spent the majority of our last day in Cusco doing some shopping and soaking up what we could of the city. Though I'm extremely ready to come home, I can still say that I'll miss Perú, my host family in particular. Our goodbye was a little sad, and I can only hope that I'll somehow see them again someday or at least stay in touch. It's weird to think I may never come back here...
Anyway, this summer has been absolutely incredible and one that I will never forget. The word "travel" has taken on a whole other meaning now that my perspective on the world has changed drastically. That alone makes this kind of experience rewarding.
Learn a lot. Live a lot. See a lot. That pretty much sums it up.