The scent of pine hangs in the air… and no grass pollen like at home.
Bird-of-paradises in the gardens and on the restaurant terrace. The kind that I would like for at home, but not get in the stores.
The heat is different, the sun doesn’t feel as agressive as at home. Her warmth rather flatters my skin. I love it!
Why is everything always better somewhere else than at home? Can someone fucking tell me?
…well, maybe not all. I was certainly ripped off when renting my scooter at the airport… but yeah, we are in Spain and we are still in a crisis 🙂