Lately, I've been feeling a bit jaded. We've traveled through so many amazing places, it seems to take a lot to really impress me. Most times, I'll compare a waterfall, a mountain, a hike to a place we've already been, and somehow I am unable to see the place I stand at that moment with clear eyes.
I see this in myself and don't like it.
Occasionally, though, we find somewhere that stands alone in its beauty, originality, its ability to take your breath away. Cafayate, where we visited this past weekend, is one of those places.
This is the first trip we've taken since settling in Salta. Here, we are now living like real people instead of the constant travel we've known. These days, we work weekdays and rest on weekends like everyone else. We run errands in town, do our laundry and return to the same house every night.
Our weekend break from this new routine seemed all the more enjoyable knowing we'll have to wait another week, perhaps another month or longer before our next weekend jaunt.
So join me on a weekend tour of Cafayate and the quebrada de Cafayate, a trip made through renewed eyes.