Sometimes, it's the small things...
April 1st 2015 I will have to wait for the fog, the flying salt, the scattered sun, for the sea to breathe and breathe on me, because water is not just water, but a hazy intrusion, and the waves roll in the air like invisible horses. Pablo Neruda, 1904 – 1973.
As Dave finished in Antarctica and Theresa finished in Northern Canada, one flew north and the other flew south. We met up at ou
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Tara Cloud
Lovely journey!
You've just visited some of my favorite places--Valpo and Neruda's home(s), the multicolored Quebrada de Humahuaca and best of all friendly Iruya perched in the mountains with its infinite places to explore. Hope you keep running into friends and enjoying magical moments.