Salento’s wax palms make fools of all other trees. I took an 8 hour bus ride to see them.
It’s my second visit and it was a completely different experience from the first. It reminds me that there are no repeat experiences – if only because personal perspective is constantly shifting giving you a new angle. Along with the people around you who are in the same state of flux and contributing to your vision.
At the hostel, I briefly felt like I was starting to be *the old guy*. Although it’s hard to feel old with trees that have been reaching to the sky for centuries soaring over you.