Post 5: The story of a picture

This summer we went on vacation to the mountains with my dad. My parents are divorced and I see him a few times a year, but when he's on vacation, we always go out together. Five years ago we made the first trip to "Aguas Calientes" and we went with my cousin, my nephew and also my brother-in-law. But this year in febraury was the first time we were alone. Our trip lasted more than a week, we climbed the mountain range on horseback, camped under the stars and almost reached the border with Argentina. The photograph is of when we were returning through the Atacalco sector. It was a very special trip because we both learned from each other. My father always taught me the things necessary to survive: lighting a fire, a good place to sleep, etc. That's why I take every opportunity to travel with him to always learn more.