After working on the poster in the morning and putting into perspective just how much work we'd done and how much work we'd yet to do, I would be able to squeeze in a visit to town to get a haircut like I'd planned the day before. First, I wanted to see the waterfall everyone was talking about. So, I set out on the water trail with high spirits.
The "catarata" was like how people described it. Nothing huge, but it bragged its own unique beauty. I sat on a log watching the water fall like an obsessed person for a good forty minutes. I figured that I would leave at lunchtime, then head to town for a quick haircut.
Someone told me they wanted to meet at 3 to go hiking on one of the trails when I got back from town.
I got back on time. After asking around, I found no clue of them. In my head, I could still see the catarata feeding the water beneath. I chose not to wait a moment longer, grabbed my things, and headed to hike the water trail again. The second time was just as awesome as the first time I visited the waterfall.
Maybe I'd go a third time the next day, so far, the water trail beat all the other trails.
I went to bed happily with tired legs.
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