El Chaltén, January 9th, 2017 We woke up early this morning. We had to walk out in the cold morning to check if the night before was real or we just dreamt it. Outside our room, the farm was slowly waking up in the dawn light. Some early-rising sheeps were moving closer to the pond seeking fresh water. A horse was eating or sleeping, we couldn’t say, behind a barn. It was magical, and even if it was freezing, we stayed out, taking pictures and stretching our muscles, breathing in the peace of the estancia.
One Apple A Day #184
One Apple A Day #184
One Apple A Day #184
El Chaltén, January 9th, 2017 We woke up early this morning. We had to walk out in the cold morning to check if the night before was real or we just dreamt it. Outside our room, the farm was slowly waking up in the dawn light. Some early-rising sheeps were moving closer to the pond seeking fresh water. A horse was eating or sleeping, we couldn’t say, behind a barn. It was magical, and even if it was freezing, we stayed out, taking pictures and stretching our muscles, breathing in the peace of the estancia.