The dirty and dusty roads of Latin America always lead me onto the shifting sands of time, into the swirling sea-foam and saltwater, and straight through a grandiose curling tube—a cathedral of stained glass wrapping itself warmly around me—as if to whisper in my ear, “You’re finally home.”
Ryan Crain wrote this story.
Great story Ryan!
Lovely and universal :)
Makes me long for a place I’ve never seen.