When thoughts are floating

My eyes started to wander off into the distance, and I felt like I was in a photographers' playground ðŸ˜
.Then, a message showed up on my phone saying I had another delivery at 3 p.m.and that the electricity had come back in my area…

My reply was: well… time to go.
😑

I still had to cross the whole port avenue, pass by the La Coubre terminal, keep biking through uncomfortable and crowded streets with no working traffic lights, then join the Vía Blanca and find the turn towards Vento.
It's a tricky route, but… do you know what's always on my mind while I'm cycling there?The huge number of interesting pictures and special moments I'm missing out on.