A windy wild dream

A town springs up alongside this narrow mountain road, precariously perched on a steep hillside. Café, pan, carne de res, todo aquí, on the side of this cliff. And as suddenly as it appeared, the pueblo slinks away. The rainforest stretches on. The rumbling AC and the constant sound of a gigantic bus slowing itself down lull me into a trancelike state even as sleep eludes me.