Deep within the ancient/forbidden/isolated heart of the mountain range/a desolate wasteland/an ethereal plane, a slumbering giant/monolith/behemoth known as Cerro Dragon awakens after millennia/centuries/eons of sleep. Stories tell of its immense/titanic/colossal power, feared for ravaging/shaking/consuming the landscape/earth/world with its fiery

they've these reed canoes they use for fishing known as “caballitos de totora.” It’s a symbol of Huanchaco. they are saying it was the initial surfboard. I’ve witnessed the town shift from a bustling oil refinery-anchored city into a fairly frustrated village in the event the refinery closed. Now, it’s been reborn due to the Aruba Art go