Argentina

One good part about the bus ride was that I saw something incredible.
Something my words can´t describe.
So all I can tell you is that as we drove by, I tried my best to memorize what I had seen - the tall yellow trees, frozen in the direction of the wind, the lake of turquoise waves, splashing happily against the rocky shore, the jagged snow-capped mountains rising from the water thousands of feet - again, this is not what I saw, this is only my words trying to describe what I saw.
What I witnessed in Argentina, as I entered Patagonia, made me more aware of my soul than I ever had been before.
This is why I´m here.