My family and I were on a tour to Teide, a volcano on the island of Tenerife. We were followed by a caravan of white Jeeps behind us. The road narrowed as we left the last town. The cars fell into a single file line as we ascended a gentle slope. On the very edge of town brightly colored houses arose, first thinly spread apart then all together. As our car stopped and I was finally able to see over my hair billowing in the wind, I grabbed my camera and snapped a photo from the back of the Jeep.