Driving on this road that only yesterday was a pioneers trail. Long stretches of land, filled up with camper vans and our two hearts. Yellow paint on the asphalt is the only color that cuts the blue sky fogged by white clouds and brown, dry sand.
Lama's keep crossing our path and I can't help but think that it wasn't long ago that this land was theirs. Completely.
Sleeping on the back of our rented, now dusty, truck. Stars above. Waking up with happy blues. Another day gone, another day to roam.
--written on the road in Argentina, week 3 of a beauty of a month-long honeymoon