Purmamarca is a completely sureal town who is reffered to in our guide book with nothing more than a few sentences. It is known for the ¨Hills of Seven Colors¨ which surrounds it. The pueblo is no bigger than a half a mile by a half a mile. The next morning we woke up early to hike to the top of a hill and watch the sun rise over the city. It seemed almost as within the same minute that the sun peered over the mountains, that the locals poured into the street, all making there way to the central plaza to set up their stands for the tourist busses that would be rolling through for the rest of the day. Tourists come to Purmamarca to see the ¨hills of seven colors¨ and if it wasn´t for the tourists I am not sure how this town would survive.

After we saw the sun rise, we went for another short hike to get a better view of the mountains. When we returned from our hike I put on my running shoes and head out for a jog. The altitude definately got the best of me but I didn´t want to turn back so I made my way to the top of another rocky hill and took my time doing some pushups with a view.

The rest of the day we all just read and I wrote in my journal trying to catch up on the most recent events. We stayed there another night and the next morning I made my way up to a different vantage point to film another sunrise.

Later that day we caught a bus to Chile.