blue That seems to cover 
Definition of nostalgia, should start by being an encyclopedia, long, full of memories, tastes, aromas and pleasure.
But not only that, is the memory of the dry air, intense light in the Andes, a huge blue, indefinable, with the clouds like cotton swabs, which crosses the horizon sickeningly familiar. Perhaps
custom, the tranquility of children, feeling safe.
What's difference between translucent sea, white beaches of the Caribbean and the cities of the Ecuadorian Andes. What's difference between traffic noise impersonal and unstoppable rush of Buenos Aires and tranquility of a sleepy town in the Andean plateau. But the tremendous geographic difference, the custom is thought to be forged, enclosed by mountains, with the ability to slip into the sea and we find the notes of the marimba stuck forever in the swift movements of the coast or celebration. With over stately melancholy of the evening when people cross the mountains, impassive, as if life passes more slowly than elsewhere. Only white people find a song from the Serrat will the Hispanic heritage?
is the custom of having known cold evenings, drowsy and covered by a thick woolen poncho. Or the warm breezy days of summer, with a comet lit the end of a cord infinite leads me to receive the rain that turns to her face like tiny needles. Seem little, but a habit. Something told me it should not imply greater importance, today seems to have more force than a hurricane. I would leave the inhuman speed of life "executive" and return one day to not worry about anything but to live carelessly.
Perhaps many humans we should stay where they were born in times of crisis, unknown sunny days, or days when you just want a break from the daily battles, head out into the street and hear the sounds remained quiet and benign called us to discover the world.
And just as the swallows return year after year, just go back and think that childhood was not only a step, which is one reason to live.
