My field trip to Cusco accompanied by my father was amazing. I never left for a trip without my mother, but it was great to spend time with my father. He is very tall and calm, always trying to content me. As my father and I arrived safely in Cusco, we both felt the sound and moment when the airplane touched the ground. While we were preparing to exit the airplane, I noticed the faces of everybody around me. My father looked tired, most of the passengers on the flight looked foreign to me, while the flight attendants looked professional and ready to open the doors. When I was looking out the window, I saw the airport staff carrying black packages, and a lady at the front door who looked like a parish-pump.  

Moreover, the airport personnel wore black clothes, white helmets, and yellow vests with phosphorescent orange lines. I was wearing a black trench coat, which comes down to my ankles, and black jeans, with my black climbing boots. My hair was straight and long, and I had a carmine tied on my left wrist. My father wore almost the same clothes as me, the difference was that he had short hair and a blue jacket.

Meanwhile, inside the airplane, my father was taking the suitcases out of the compartment and starting to walk out with me behind. Each of us carried our own bag, which I remember my mother filled up to the top. The passengers also took out their suitcases and they were making a line in the hall to exit. The flight attendants were waiting at each exit explaining and directing everyone to exit carefully and where to go. They were wearing a light blue blouse and skirt. Uniquely, most people wear thick jackets because of the cold. 

I could hear the constant sound of footsteps, some were louder coming from people down the stairs and the softest footsteps were from people behind me in line. There was also a dull sound of thumping against the seats, people with discomfort were colliding with the seats making a soft and silent sound waiting to go out. When I finally arrived at the door, I saw the spacious surroundings with a view of the airport and the mountains behind the airplane that I came from. It was a view of a small place with only three airplanes and passengers getting off. There was a tall building with white and lead-colored windows. And in the distance, the mountains of Cuzco are filled with little houses and crops that people plant to gain some money.

In the process of leaving the airplane, some people were rushing up to leave the airplane while others were talking about where they are going to go when they get out of the airplane. My father and I just talked about not forgetting anything and how to get to our hotel. In addition, the flight attendants addressed us saying to be careful and to enter through a door on the left of the airport and go straight after. While I was walking down the stairs and touching the railing, I felt the smooth and cylindrical texture of the support railing, the side of the stairs, and the crumpled leather of my suitcase. When I just touched the ground, a strong wind ran through us, and I heard a buzzing sound in my ears. It was so cold that it gave me chills. However, they were refreshing at night. Additionally, my surroundings felt rural and beautiful. I felt open and fast with each step that I took. In the meantime, I was able to see the airport staff picking up large suitcases from under the airplane. 

In the end, the lady at the entrance was standing and handing out dried coca leaves to those who entered. She was wearing a traditional costume. The traditional costume was composed of a beautiful skirt with bright colors and designs like little alpacas at the edges of the skirt, a warm yellow blouse, and a short poncho with designs matching the skirt but with many pompons at each corner of the poncho. Uniquely, I did not smell any food, only the coca leaf that I received in the entry. It was a dry and floral leaf smell. Also, I remember drinking green tea with a touch of Luisa herb, which had a sweet taste of burned sugar. While walking to the exit, I could feel a kind of earthy plant environment. Also, I could smell a sour taste of burned gaucho and aircraft gasoline, I smell that makes me sick. I rushed my father to get outside the airport. At that moment, I felt calm and excited to finally meet the beautiful city of Cusco.