Before I went traveling through the US and Central America, I would’ve called myself a city girl. The buzzing sounds, people walking and talking, going to work, driving cars and taking a tram back home. Houses, buildings, skyscrapers, they all fascinate me and they’re all equally beautiful to me. – okay, maybe not aaaaaall of them – I like the graffiti covered concrete walls and stickers on streetlights. Food stalls spread their flavours and make my mouth water. Museums and culture, habits and traditions aplenty. Party all night long and sleep until night falls and the city gets more and more alive again. Twinkling lights and flashing lights, lights to dance on and lights that accompany an early evening walk.
And then I found beauty in stones, glowing red fading into faint pink. Pillars and pillars that dot the landscape, creating a forest of carved out trees. Reddish panoramic views as far as meets the eye. Trees and bushes forming tiny blobs of green in a sea of orange, red and pink. Colours and shapes, all formed by Mother Nature. Snapshot after snapshot after snapshot cannot describe how impressive nature can be. How silence and peace can compete with the hustle and bustle of the city. How I already started to make plans to return and stay longer. Camp. Explore more. Am I still only a city girl? Not anymore.