As a child I used to make a long trip every corn harvesting season with my grandfather, to a small hut located at the edge of the Huancaro River, one of the tributaries of the Apurimac River. In the afternoon my grandfather would prepare his fishing rods made of reeds and then place them in potential spots for quick and safe fishing.

At night we would light the campfire and in the ember we would cook corn, charki, potatoes and the trout, stationary vegetable salad.

The spectacular thing was to have dinner outdoors, campfire, thousands of stars and the sound of the river. At the end of dinner I would quickly get the harmonica for my grandfather to play the closing melody of the night.

I literally woke up one morning being a mountain guide, I practiced this profession for more than 18 years at an international level.

In one of my many trips along the Salkantay route, destiny presented me with this place in the district of Santa Teresa, where I found my dream place, a trail, the sound of the Sacsara River, a tributary of the Vilcanota River, a place for a campfire and a nest to observe the stars, and where it is currently located.

Eco Quechua Lodge