The sun dipped low casting long shadows as she felt the sudden urge. The Galician Gotta had to go right then right there. Just around the corner offered a brief respite. A slight pause but the call of nature was too strong. A sweet release as the stream found its way down below. Her expression serene. Totally oblivious. A hidden observer. A secret shared. Galician Gotta Go etched in time. A different perspective. Uninhibited and free. The rustle of grass. Her private stage. Breaking the rules. Galician Gotta Go in plain sight. No shame. The body's demand. The sun on her skin. A feeling of liberation. A quick glance back. Leaving no trace. Galician Gotta Go. A private performance. The world unaware. Until now. The simple truth. When you gotta go. A story unfolds. A voyeur's delight. Unveiling the hidden. Forever captured. No holding back. The ultimate release. Primal instinct. A natural performance. The thrill of the chase. Galician Gotta Go. A timeless image. Forever in view.