Catching My Breath in Cachi
I had gotten mixed reviews from other travelers about Cachi, a little town in Northern Argentina around 4 hours west of Salta. Some had raved about the quaint little town, like the Lonely Planet, and some had said it was boring because there was nothing to see. I was braced for either reaction.
As soon as I stepped off the bus, I knew instantly that I wanted to spend the night. Sometimes you get a feeling without even having to think. It's like you've caught up with a piece of your soul without even knowing it. Sometimes it happens with places, people, even jobs. I could feel some of the frustrations of the last few weeks evaporate.
There is really nothing to do here, which gives me a feeling of space and peace-- that time lasts longer.
Sometimes I think cities amplify noise, stress, emotions, and problems. I only realize the heavyness of living in a city once I leave and see the horizon stretching endlessly, feel the quiet slowness of my breath, and hear the sound of my feet on the ground.
As soon as I stepped off the bus, I knew instantly that I wanted to spend the night. Sometimes you get a feeling without even having to think. It's like you've caught up with a piece of your soul without even knowing it. Sometimes it happens with places, people, even jobs. I could feel some of the frustrations of the last few weeks evaporate.
There is really nothing to do here, which gives me a feeling of space and peace-- that time lasts longer.
Sometimes I think cities amplify noise, stress, emotions, and problems. I only realize the heavyness of living in a city once I leave and see the horizon stretching endlessly, feel the quiet slowness of my breath, and hear the sound of my feet on the ground.
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