I watched her fly alone, high above the clouds and yet, on my own level. Viewing the world from the vantage point of flight, the wind blowing through my hair. A feeling of great significance in huge insignificance. Both of us looked out across the view that spread, endless, before us. We had the same viewpoint and vastly different points of view.

The Mena Valley in Burgos, a haven of peace and nature in which losing yourself is almost an obligation.

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