We bought him a small cake and we chill at the lobby for a little while. I think our singing woke up some people (please forgive us if we did). Anyhow we had a quick breakfast at the hotel, but not before we brought down our luggage for this new adventure. Edwin then hustled us off to the train station. 
Once we arrived at the train station, we saw that a lot of people were waiting for the train. Thanks to Edwin we didn’t have to wait, we had VIP tickets lol, therefore we didn’t wait on line and we just went strait to the train to look for our designated sits. Some of us changed sits (including me) I sat with Karina, Rosa, and Frank. The four of us were a little sleepy because of Frank’s celebration (nothing we regret ^. ^) Unluckily Rosita was ready to fall sleep at any minute. I said “unluckily” because neither of us were, in particular Karina. Apparently we decide-without really saying it, we were going to be awake for the three and a half hrs ride-. But not only Rosa was tired, after we were on board and off, most of the group was asleep, I guess all of us were worn-out at some point after our previous trek in Cuzco. 
The train did some stops a long the way, to let off some hikers, that were doing the one-day trek to Machu Picchu. The trip was long, but we had great views through the windows.
There were short tunnels, a series of agricultural terraces, the Urubamba River, and the high green mountains that surrounded the lost city of the Inca Empire.
When we got off the train, it was raining, we took our luggage and we walked through the tourist market. While we were walking I noticed that the main street was the railroad tracks rather than a road. Apparently, the main reason tourist visit Aguas Calientes is that it is the place where they catch the bus to go to the ruins. It’s a small town, with few hotels, hostels, restaurants, discotecas (discos) and most of the vehicles were the buses to Machu Picchu Mountain.
Aguas Calientes Town Square
Our hostel, La Cabaña, was beautiful, nothing in comparison to the other two hotels we stayed before. Out of the three, this one was my favorite; regrettably we stayed only one night. The entire hostel was wonderful, Andean artifacts and magnificent relics decorated the lobby, dining room, balconies, and rooms.
We had lunch at a buffet near where we had to catch the bus to Machu Picchu. After lunch we headed down to the bus. The bus ride to the starting point of the ruins was an adventure in itself. The road was narrow, muddy (because of the rain, which by the way stopped while we were at lunch), it was a two-lane road but the driver knew exactly when to stop to let the other bus pass. At long last we arrived safely and were ready to begin our hike.
The moment we were waiting: Machu Picchu, the lost city of the Incas.
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