24 happy hours in a Samara state of mind

At the end of another beautiful day, we sink into our chairs, our drinks in hand, and get into what I can only call a Samara state of mind

24 happy hours in a Samara state of mind6:00 a.m. ‘Hola!, Buenos Dias. Hola! Buenos Dias!’ The locals – and some early rising visitors like myself – are bike riding or walking down a dusty stretch of a rutted gravel road on the edge of the hamlet of Samara. The Spanish greetings are like a sing-song that join the chorus around us: twittering…