Patrick, Adrianna and Constanza were going to Salta. Against my better judgement, I joined them, and backtracked to the city I couldn't seem to escape.

On our way south we stopped in Humahuaca, another town I'd already visited. When I checked into the hostel there for a second time, it was beginning to feel like Groundhog’s Day. But Humahuaca is an appealing place, and Sasha and I had missed the area’s biggest attraction; a colorful, cake-like mountain range called the Cerro de 14 Colores.

We arrived in the mid-afternoon, exhausted from 24 hours of travel, but we checked into the hostel and immediately hired a guide with a shiny new truck. We drove an hour up a narrow gravel road to the 15,000 foot overlook, where we were alone to take in the view and crisp mountain air.