The land where fairytales belong

Having left Cuenca we have arrived in a tiny village called Vilcabamba. Yesterday during our journey i was really hoping it would not disappoint, as the guide books rave about it. We had to change buses at the nearest town, an hour away to get on a tiny local bus and trundle along the bumpy road through the valley. This bus journey was spectacular, the huge mountains have the lushest green pastures (the colour you see for only a few weeks at the beginning of spring in britain) and tall, tall trees; beyond which all i can see is fluffy white clouds. If as a child i believed in princesses, knights on white horses and dragons (if!!, when) they would certainly have lived here. On arrival in the tiny village we dicovered own hostal was a mile out of town so we set of walking, as we did the clouds began to gather, oh dear, but instead of rain, a huge rainbow appeared in front of us ans seemed to end on the doorstep of the hostal. and as we checked in the clouds cleared and we watched the most lovely sunset across the valley. our plan now is to chill out for a few days before crossing the border. Tommorrow we're going horse riding in the nearby national park to a pretty waterfall, and i might look for fairies at the bottom of the garden this evening!