The whole story was, more or less, like that. We took the Namibian high road across the country, passing through some small villages, shepherds with their herd and even some young kids happily going to school all together. Of course, we were following the guidelines of our GPS on our way and finally it told us to turn and get into a dusty and pretty bumpy road (and actually really fun to go in, if you love adventure). Were we in the right track?, we wondered. Not sure, but keep going my dad said. Oh, great! We were following the road which now went left, and then right and then turn again. Somehow, unexplainable magically, we finally made it to somewhere, not certain where, but therefore, somewhere.
We hadn't even left our car when a thirty-something man approached us. When we started to speak, although smartly hidden, I noticed he wasn't neither Namibian nor English (or from any English speaking country). Oh, we found out, he was Italiano! He introduced himself, Simone (forgive me if I'm wrong, it was a while ago), his wife, Laura, and his cute little one year-old baby, Hectore.
As the night was coming around, the landscapes were becoming more and more stunning. That was when we finally set down our excitement to let it go for speechlessness. Oh... how can a sky be so perfectly combined with the ground to create that pleasing scenery?
It was lunch time and that, that if one of my favorite memories of all my life. We assembled a little table and our guide took out the food and the beverages. Have you ever seen Out of Africa, with Meryl Streep and Robert Redford? It was exactly like that, it felt perfect at the moment.
And you, where is your little paradise?