Forty three
Green lands stretched towards far distance before me like green yarn, climbing and dropping like strong surfs on an ocean. The sun was radiant with the heat of late spring, its rays splashing to every part wrapping the region in warmth. The orange jeep wrangler drove down curvy roads past green hills and mountains that rolled like breakers. I put my head out of the jeep feeling the clean warm air on my skin and breathing in the scent the air carried. English music blasted from the stereo booming loud in my ears. The villages with thatched, slate or stone roofed houses, cattle grazing on green fields, the farm houses, forest green vegetation, farms were unique in a way that feels like living in nature is more relaxing and quiet than the bustling city and modernization. The jeep wrangler ro
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