Lost and found
I was alone in a foreign country, possibly lost, and miles from any help.
It all began when I traveled to Peru for a service trip with a group of friends. During the trip, we also had the opportunity to visit Machu Picchu.
After a great morning exploring Machu Picchu, we began the hike back down to a town called Aguas Calientes. This was a rather long trek—about six miles total. During the initial descent, my group separated into two smaller groups to help everyone keep pace. I started in the faster group, but as they got farther and farther ahead of me, I realized that I was somewhere in between the two groups—alone. It was at this point that I started to become a little worried about my own ability to navigate, as there had already been multiple forks in the road.
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