My last trip in 7 photos

Nothing to do with the clear streets of two weeks ago. But despite the juggling that must be done so as not to end up on a cliff, take a car that comes across the road or find a semi-truck in the middle of the road ...

Getting to this place, sitting on the lookout point and feeling the peace that the sun transmits while caressing the silhouette of the Pasaquina volcano ... worth the risk. The area is depressed in terms of living conditions, the best hotel costs US $ 6 a night, humble, warm and humble. Forgotten by politicians by trade, noble by nature, with cultural values ​​that do not appear in the books of Social Studies, special just for being there.

The rest of the trip is summarized in the churches, of all colors and flavors.  I remember 500 years ago, when the indigenous tradition of the guancascos between villages was changed by the pilgrimages and meetings of patron saints ... who knows how he already knows what.

It's hard to get there today, with a four-wheel drive car and ballasted streets. Let's not say what it would be like to carry stone, lime, sand and labor in times when importing a beast from the peninsula was equivalent to bringing a BMW.

An architect designed each model, from a cabinet, a master builder was exported to the site, the rest was locally almost free.

That part of the story was lost, and what was agreed upon by the chronicler was written or erased.

Yes ... the rest is summarized in the churches. They bring some pessimistic nostalgia, in writing, but not in real life. It is good to meet here with acquaintances, people who abandon their comfort to make us look good, technicians of the best that I have harvested in recent years. 

At dusk, when the cold cools again, it is satisfying to sit in a corridor with a good cup of coffee, laugh at life and remember that away from Tweeter, the world is on its way.

Go back home, lie on the floor of the room and let the kids throw themselves on us ... compensates for any tiredness and fills us with life ... again.