Listening to boleros and slow rhythmic sounds, avoiding the cows on the road and holes on the ground; relaxing, en route to the tropics and blue waters, brings a feeling of calmness and warmth all around. The earthy brown soil, an old man tending to his cows, a lonely dog on the hacienda roof, the fresh vegetables and fruits; the feeling of walking barefoot, just take off those boots. These tranquil skies are high and above, with birds flying free as high above the clouds; no one can hear your thoughts, the best time to scream out loud. What tranquil skies in front of me; a moment to breath with your own thoughts and to feel free.