I have spent the weekend in Cusco.

It is a place where I am nested (that´s the correct word). Here as I write this, I attend to my own Peruvian history. I attend to newer memories made when I started in Peru nearly three years ago. It´s a place where friends have known me through a process.

Why does this matter so much? This sense of history?

Why does this help so much?

I had a long lunch with my Spanish teacher from 2.5 years ago who still teaches me. Seeing her in person felt like an arrival at my own doorstep once again.