There's nothing like letting your long blonde hair fly around you in the back of a Toyota in Peru.
It's a balancing act of one foot sturdily between pineapples and yucca and another between a stranger's two feet.
We cruise at 60 down the freeway, Andes Mountains chuckling at the sight of this gringa squished and so free at the same time.
A sudden stop and an old lady holding two upside down chickens gets down. She walks to the side of the road, greeted by a grandson who helps her get on the back of his motorcycle. There they go to sell the chickens. I send out a quick prayer to the universe that all four of them arrive alive.
Back on the road, honking horn as we pass motos, cars, horses, walkers, cyclists. I close my eyes and breathe it in strongly, this is a moment you just have to live, you cannot capture it no matter how hard you try.