[ it takes a bit to reach the stairs built into the side of the winding rock face leading upward to an overlook - but they make it, Abel sending a little glance over his shoulder to make sure Ernesto is still behind him, not having been swept up in the crowds. ]

Since travel isn't quite your thing... do you find yourself feeling homesick at all these days? It's-- ah. Surreal, isn't it? How time is passing us by.