There are three seconds of the trip that takes me every morning in the office alone are worth a breath of pure oxygen, a sigh, and when they are just lucky, a moment of quiet amazement.
To get to the office before I get out of Caracas, then I touches a large stretch of the highway curves is favoring the hillside of the mountains, still deep green, surrounding Caracas, and finally the descent into the valley of Tuy, where there Charallave.
In the central section is a curve, one from which you can see one after another, all the mountains that frame a long narrow valley that extends for miles. And these mountains lead the eye to the horizon, when the clouds permit, far away and with incredible nuances. Sometimes the clouds are hiding the tops of mountains, sometimes forming a white bed in the valley and then you see only these geometric forms suspended in midair, sometimes still in the clouds cover part Only the top down into the bottom of the valley, and then you create some amazing pictures.
Sometimes you do not see anything ... with rain or mist the valley disappears ...
Perhaps most valuable to make this view is the fact that the beaks always have to stay focused on driving, then the tens of highway curves are all darn the same, and I can not stop anywhere along the way to make a photos or enjoy the view for a few minutes.
No.
Whenever a surprise turn around and have this flash of the valley that runs away ... I did not look, do not try, but she appears ... About
appearances ... Today while I ate I got a craving and irrational gravidanziale fried pumpkin flower. I imagined the Alicetta with mozzarella cheese melted around, the scent of pumpkin and crispy batter and lasts around ... I was almost hallucinating ... I'm just fruit ...
Good night!
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