Lares
February 12th 2012 My head tossed from side to side as I tried to sleep through the switchbacks. The bus rode the edge of the cliff as if it had the luxury of being connected by a rail. Jon and I sat, bags on laps, tiredly gazing out at the first morning light reach the highest mountain peaks. We were almost level with the snows before we began to descend.
It rained in Lares and it didn't stop. We were droppe
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