They say that behind every trip, short or long, lays a hidden process of relaxing, observing, assimilating and concluding. These steps are different for every single one of us: some pass from one state to the other without realizing, some jump forth an back, some never make it to the second step and there’s those who print their passage through the last state on a piece of paper. While I used to be included in this last group of people, few conclusions were reached as I was walking around the trails of El Bolson. For some reason, observing and assimilating was all I could do. Sooner or later I just had to admit that images, sounds and smells is all I would bring back from that journey and here are some of them, without words.