Back in the frigid gales of Cuzco

Arin has been such a magical place at times I feel like I am living in legends and fairytales. There are waterfalls that pound like drums throughout the valley and thick briar patches that can pack quite a sting if you are not careful. I had returned to Cusco the other day leaving my sleeping bag and other essentials at the house assuming on a very brief encounter but the roots of Cusco found me a bit too tempting. The plan went that I would buy some necessities for the house and other what-nots, get some money from a friend I had lend to prior and take out some more cash for the trip to Machu Piccu... what actually happened was that the guy I had lend to the money to still had not had enough to pay me and when I went to take money out a message came up saying that my code was not correct. I tried once more and went to another finding each one saying the same thing... in the end I still am not able to take money out though the code is the same one Ive been using since the beginning. Stuck like glue and only praying that I can make it back today to Arin and arrange the rest of my trip. I feel a bit like I am walking through mud but I have faith that things will start coming together.