You know that feeling; when everything falls together, in the right proportions, on the correct timings, in quantities nicely chopped to swallow it whole but preferring to chew, chew, and chew on. Perhaps a tiny thing is sometimes bothering, if only the thought that I make way too many photo’s!
Dad and I are keen on relative solitude, now we are 24/7 together. In need for air at high altitude. Amongst self centered young travelers. Moody Bolivians. Bad food. Touristy places.
Falling in love is not restricted to a person. I flirt hard with Atacama, where ocean and desert fuses.