In 2012 I lived in the crater of a sleeping volcano in Ecuador.
I guided people on horse back riding trails. The adventures started in the morning and we came back in the evening.
Lovely enduring Criollos walked, climbed and cantered with us through the mountain forests over three thousand meters high.
At night I would sit on the doorsteps in front of my Cabaña and watch foggy clouds slowly sneaking by.
...in memory of Grima