Yesterday I had a delightful time exploring and learning about how salt is harvested.
I was out and about geocaching with some friends, and one of the places we stopped was by some salt flats.
There was a couple out working in them. Since we didn’t exactly speak Spanish (I mean, if we want to be technical I can say “dog”), and they unsurprisingly didn’t speak English, we motioned to ask if it was okay for us to look around.
We were amazed and thrilled and quite excited when they ended up giving us an entire tour of the area, complete with showing us how they actually harvest the salt.
People who know me know that I *really* like salt. As in, I have about five salt shakers up in my office. So to actually WALK on salt. And reach over and touch huge mounds of it. And eat it fresh. And see acres and acres of it. Well, let’s just say that calling it a “delightful experience” is a bit of an understatement.
Plus, do you see how very, very beautiful and pink it is? Flamingos often hang out in the salt flats, too, which just adds to the wonder of the experience.
The fact that I was matching the salt flats was just another added piece of happiness to the experience. After all, good friends often match, right? 😉