Even during the day, when trekking, this window stays open.
In Punta Del Este, there is always the sound of crashing waves in my hotel room.
Each morning a salt smelling breeze wakes me up.
Every evening, exterior lights of taller and more sumptuous places light up the street outside, but these fine hotels ,apartments and condos don’t have any better view of the ocean than I do from this modest second floor crow’s nest.
There are objects, people and experiences you see every day on a trip that become anchors, holding you steady, keeping you from drifting.
This open window, by the sea, has become, quickly, one of my favorite anchors.