Sunday, February 10, 2008

Aló gringa!

The Avila is the only thing in Caracas that makes me feel tranquila. Sometimes, when I gaze at it for a while, it starts to sigh back at me like some village elder radiating stillness and indecipherable Latin American wisdom. I can tell el Avila is disappointed with the state of its darling valley below (the constant honking, the suggestive reggaeton lyrics blasting from cars and clubs, the crime, the sirens, the corruption). But being the understanding village elder that it is, el Avila serenely accepts this chaos and continues on.

el Avila

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