I stood in the middle of this winding road on the way back to my hostel from Lake Louise. I wasn’t hitchhiking but someone stopped along the way and offered me a ride saying that it was getting dark. Where does a lonesome girl like you travel to?
I stood in the middle of this winding road on the way back to my hostel from Lake Louise. I wasn’t hitchhiking but someone stopped along the way and offered me a ride saying that it was getting dark. Where does a lonesome girl like you travel to?
