When It Comes to travel, I Suppose I'm Just a Little Disaster Inclined

As can be expected when traveling, our Peru trip did not go as planned, but it was nevertheless amazing. We arrived, as planned in Lima to wait for our connecting flight to Cuzco. We had mis-planned a little bit and instead of having a 4 hour layover, we had an 8 hour layover. We found some comfy chairs at a Starbucks (odd, I know) and Boyfriend was able to catch some sleep while I avidly finished the trashy novel that I brought for the plane. Finally we made it to Cuzco. As we disembarked the plane and walked down the long hallway to pick up our baggage, I clutched the wall and crouched to put my head between my knees to keep from fainting. Slowly we made it to the baggage claim area, and found our bags and made it into a cab. By this time the combination of lack of sleep and lack of oxygen had rendered me incoherent. Luckily boyfriend was still able to communicate. We made it to a hostel and promptly went to bed. The short version of the story? I got altitude sickness and, despite staying for 3 days to try to acclimatize, and drinking about 2 gallons of coca tea, we had to head back to Lima.