Swiftly, as I strolled past the ticket counter on a chilly dawn, the site was barely visible due to the opaque mists rising from the swirling low clouds across the mountains. Magically, in a few minutes, the clouds flew apart, making way for magnificent views of the wonderland as the entire ancient city dazzled in the early morning sunrays. A rich, velvety green carpet covered the site, which appeared taller than a 10-story building, surrounded by the Andes peaks. My jetlag from the three transcontinental fights vanished faster than the clouds.