The girls didn't want to get back in the car. They were burned out from the previous long days drive.
I had to use bribes of chocolate to get them to agree to get in the car.
When we found a place to hike they wouldn't get out of the car. So I left them with Don. As I walked a few steps from the car, my mind was swirling with how I could coax them out into the fresh mountain air. Because we just had to hang out with the tall trees and mountain peaks that were serenaded with the sounds of chirping birds and rippling rivers.
Then I saw it; a perfectly round rock that reminded me of the trolls from Frozen. I ran back to the car declaring, "It's a troll forest. Come see. Come see."
That's all it took to get two little
cranky monkeys to come
running.
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| As I always do when I come upon a river, I put the water on my third eye and other chakra spots. I do it the girls as well. This is our style of baptism. |
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| Havana was clearly in a silly mood! Who wouldn't feel playful and light, outside in the sun while searching for troll rocks?! |
Our hike turned out to be a stroll and it was shorter than I had hoped for. Yet, it was one that was filled with laughter and joy. Our family had created yet another phenomenal memory during our Argentine sojourn.
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