Sometimes I walk around this village in Patagonia, like I’m one of many solo female travellers from Sweden to wander their streets in low season.
What is completely normal to me, is sometimes the oddest thing for others.
an ode to travelling
Sometimes I walk around this village in Patagonia, like I’m one of many solo female travellers from Sweden to wander their streets in low season.
What is completely normal to me, is sometimes the oddest thing for others.