Cerro Blanco, Chapter 8, Not again please!

When I was nothing but a kid, my school loved taking us to a certain place, a blessed haven filled with life and brimming with an air so fresh that it puts any other place to shame.

This is Cerro Blanco, a reserve that i have visited over and over, that school loved loved it so much that they decided that most field trips had to be there, thats when the magic faded.

When I graduated, one of the things that made me glad, was that I would never have to go back to that dam hill again, suddenly life decides to troll me and bam, back at that trail, Im sure of one thing, my classmates fully enjoyed going there, but for me it was just a rerun, its a nice place and all but it really stops amazing me, there is nothing impressive there that I havent seen, and I really hope this is the last time I go there.

Dont get me wrong, is not like I hate it or anything, its just that is not a new and unbelieveable experience for me, the place is great to look at I give you that.

Id like to thank my awesome classmates Adriana Piovesan and Adriana Cedeño for helping me out, enduring this tedious and green place with your well timed jokes and puns, also the pictures you provided, they look pretty cool as well.

Its not like I loathe nature or anything, its just that this place is so old to me that instead of evoking nostalgic feelings it just reminds me of boring walks and endless chit chat about trees, it was still a very eye opening experience, I learned that this place in all its glorious boringness, houses precious life and thats a good reason for keeping it behind a wall.