⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Well, some would say that there is nothing, only a vast arid terrain with rocks and sand. For me, it’s like being in a gigantic painting by Dalí where the distinct lines of the desert sand vanish into infinite golden dunes that plunge into an endless strip of turquoise water. It’s where poverty looks directly into your eyes with a pride that only the Wayúus people have, knowing that they have fought against the Spaniards (were never conquered), the government, and currently mother nature to maintain their traditions alive. A …