To walk in the meadows of the Santa Cruz valley is to walk in the halls of self-discovery. The Andes on one side, the Pacific on the other, you find yourself invigorated. Even after hours of hiking, you are light like wind. You are as crisp and clean as mountain air. When night falls, you glow brightly, sipping from the cup your guide has brewed you. There is no replacement for your serenity, for your adventure. |
