While it may seem that getting lost in a foreign city is the last thing you want to do, I actually enjoyed it. After walking around the Plaza de Armas alone for 15 minutes, I decided to return to the hostel. I started up the hill where I thought my hostel was, but soon I was completely lost. After going in circles for an hour and getting chased by a few dogs, I began to ask for help. Asking locals was not much help since there are two hostels on every street and I forgot the name of my hostel. At one point two Americans asked me for directions, which was pretty ironic. I eventually found a hostel that offered to call one of my instructors after explaining my situation. The owner found the name of my hostel and gave me a map and directions. Before leaving, he added me on Facebook and offered to give me free spanish lessons. From there it was a 20 minute walk to my hostel, making my arrival two hours late. In the process of being lost, I got to know the city better and meet some nice locals. Next time I am in a new city, I will certainly pay more attention to my whereabouts, but I was able to get a greater understanding of Cusco by getting lost.