Hunting Bears

Get off the bus. You look at the horizon and not find it, because a vast range of mountains conceals. You feel cold and you think it would be wise warmth. You know you've come to that place for a trip, but will inevitably overwhelm the myriad of things outside of yourself that you thought only existed in stories that speak of a perfect city.

You do not get the trash on the ground, no "hawkers" nor put these improvised music every third block get here, no "chorobuses" no people shouting atrocities from one corner to another, THERE green spaces, most things are cheap, not to mention the people are friendly, the weather is unbeatable, among other things that you fail to perceive immediately because you just got.

Just when you are about to convince you that you are dreaming, reading a sign saying "WELCOME TO MERIDA, ENJOY YOUR STAY." At that time you return to reality and close the mouth to keep from looking foolish.

You continue with your task, a little puzzled. You have time to think, you are not subject to the eternal run of a city in motion, on the contrary, you stop to observe the landscape. As a concert of Bach, tranquility and peace you invade a little intriguing question, because I do not have moments like that in this century.

At night, it really does not matter if you decide to walk the streets and visit some local entertainment, both activities are equally satisfactory.

It is about your game and you feeling overwhelmed with sadness, but agreeing with the magical phenomenon in which you are immersed, it becomes almost immediately sadness into joy because providence allowed you to live such an experience and the hope of clearing the ends nostalgia goodbye.

Mérida, mountain paradise full of surprises.