It was a beautiful day. The forest was sparkling. The sun made the leaves glow like stained glass, and if it weren't for the path we were following, we could almost pretend we were the first human beings to ever walk that land.
Era un día hermoso. El bosque centelleaba. El sol hacía que las hojas brillaran como un vitral, y de no ser por el camino que seguíamos, casi podíamos fingir que éramos los primeros seres humanos en pisar esa tierra.