First line of defense

I think this place is like the ones seen in dreams… perhaps is one of those intermediate zones, where dream blends with reality; suddenly Sir Francis Drake could appear there to rest in middle of his way to Panama, and we would discuss about the coincidence to have the same name (I’m not Francisco but Francis) and after that he would return to his ship in the past (or present) and I would walk to the city in the present (or future)…

The Humboldt stream brings water  from the Antarctic sea, I’d like to think that that’s the reason the ocean there has those fantastic colors.

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Also I love that the rock seems an open mouth like this “:v” lol