The swallows cascade the celebration of senses

Everything at Las Golondrinas is a party. The sound of the mantled howlers and the birdsongs, the vigorous din of the cascades which refresh our face with the breeze, the blue-greenish tones of their river. It is a party, it can only be that.

Its name is neither a coincidence nor a rhetorical excess. Among the cascadeís caves, hundreds of swallows nest. Listening and watching them fly in a cloud at dawn and at sunset is like watching the same image of the bustling joy itself, a celebration of life and its delight.

On the other […]