The more I travel, the more I look back on my trips with clarity.
Clarity in the sense that when I get home the more the trip just seemed like a dream and maybe in some regard it is dream. A dream that begins with the fact that I am able to visit such cultures like Chile, were they use oxen to move their small fishing boats in and out of the ocean.
It's a dream to experience a culture that is not only so pristine but one that remains simple in the ways of life — a man and woman holding hands and picking grapes off a tree with a smile.