Today, in a decisive departing from my usual postings, I’m switching tactics. I’m posting about America. Not Spain, nor elsewhere in Europe, but my homeland.
I could make excuses, claiming that it’s a prompt taken from Word Press’ weekly photo theme (#escape), but honestly, it’s not. I was simply feeling nostalgic for a trip I took last summer with a friend. Where? We loaded her car with sweets and sleeping bags and headed south of Denver to the Great Sand Dunes National Park and onward to Taos, New Mexico. In the inspiring awe of nature, I’ll let images of sand dunes capped by soaring mountains win you over. In unrelated (but simply bizarre) news, outside this National Park, a separate park (or rather, farm) exists. It houses crocodiles and other prehistoric creatures. Sources tell me that you can even get intimate with the snarly things and wrestle them. I didn’t stop, therefore I have no further evidence, just internet speculation about this. Enjoy!
It’s not named the land of fire and ice, but between days spent skipping on hot sand and hiking huffing up 14,000 feet, it seemed to sanction it.
More in polaroids to come!
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I love the American west, and I always tell Spaniards to try it — it’s different than just NYC!
Indeed! I’m from Iowa so I usually just receive a blank stare when it comes to that region of the country. However, I never hesitate to suggest other locations to explore in “nearby” states.