A place I fleed to escape the hustle and voilence of cities
I went with a friend to Yapascua. Another group of friends were already there. We left Valencia a little late, in the mountains, night fell but we had flashlights. When we got there, there was a fire, so we thought the others were there. Already in the bank, I did not comprehend the nature but I was left without words when I saw a lagoon, salt water. We crossed the lagoon following an inlet, where water enters the Caribbean. Now the other side there was no one but us, the wind, the cold and the roaring sound that produces waves. There was a downpour that threatened to end our camp. In the end we spent the night with some setbacks in the rain and with questions like: Who lit the fire, as we have not found anyone? A fisherman, who was by that place doing his daily work to bring food to his house, told us that the other place had a tent.
