I grew up on the flat plains of Illinois, so living near the mountains in Santiago was a thrill for me. When I was a young girl, I was drawn to life near sandy beaches for their exoticism, the alien texture of fine sand between my toes and the menacing sound of waves pulling the rocks back into the sea. When I visited family in San Diego, I had aspirations of settling in southern California and becoming a surfer princess on the weekends.
I can now see myself living near mountains, especially ones covered in snow in the winter. For me, they symbolize a more powerful force, like living below the lair of gods.
Here are some photos of our flight from Santiago to Buenos Aires.
It seems like a privilege to be surrounded by such a majestic landscape, even if I couldn’t see this view from my bedroom window each morning.
Now we are back to a horizon of skyscrapers and sparkling city lights dotting the sky. It is lovely too, in its own form.
Which landscape do you find yourself drawn to?