Beyond the road was the ocean, framed by fields of sugar cane.
This just might be the recipe for a gorgeous highway.
Even strolling along it feels great.
Time passes at a leisurely pace.
Oddly, the more I walked, the less tired I felt.
I broke out into a little jog and playfully hopped on the concrete for the first time in years.
Then, I stopped and just breathed deeply.
The feeling was great.
It was as if I had stepped into the frame of a postcard.
Famous spots are not limited to those with names.
Anonymous roads deserve a little recognition, too, sometimes.