Ieesha Shi'Kira N
April 14, 2025
I spent four nights at Pisac Inn at the beginning of my three-week pilgrimage across Peru, and it was one of the most gentle and sacred landings I could have hoped for. Nestled right on the main plaza of Pisac, this inn isn’t just a place to sleep—it’s a place that holds you. I came here to acclimatise before returning to the height and hum of Cusco, and was met with such care, warmth, and attentiveness that I felt more like a guest in a beloved home than a visitor in a hotel. The staff—every single one of them—treated me with kindness and genuine hospitality. They made sure I had everything I needed as I adjusted to the altitude and pace. There was always a warm smile, a gentle check-in, a plate of nourishing food served with grace. They felt like family, and before I left, I bought them roses to thank them for holding me with such tenderness during those days. The building itself is a pre-Columbian structure, with metre-thick walls, rounded Inca stonework, and an atrium alive with vines, jasmine, wichula plants, and trumpet flowers. When it rains, water falls straight into the garden—softening the space with its music. Mornings brought fresh mountain air, birdsong echoing through the courtyard, and breakfast that arrived slowly, lovingly—quinoa porridge, scrambled eggs, local cheeses, fresh breads, coffee, and juice that still tasted like sun. Pisac is a small village in the Sacred Valley, surrounded by towering mountains and known for its artisan markets, cobbled streets, and ancestral quiet. It’s less busy than other tourist spots, and that’s part of its magic. There’s a rhythm here that invites stillness and reflection, a spaciousness that lets your breath drop into your body again. If you’re looking for a soft place to land, to acclimatise, to be cared for while arriving into Peru—or to ground before ceremony—Pisac Inn is a place I wholeheartedly recommend. It is more than accommodation. It is a threshold. A first layer of remembrance.