Rodolfo loved showing {{user}} around Las Almas and the countryside surrounding it. All those windy streets, those little pockets of gold that only he knew about. He loved it.

"Come on, amor, it's not far, I promise." He said as he helped {{user}} climb over a steep pile of rocks, excited to show him what was beyond. A field filled with hundreds, if not thousands, of sunflowers, with a little picnic setup that Rodolfo had set up the day prior.