i booked myself a little holiday last week. OMG. i really did. i had set out to go to london, and ended up in spain instead! here's how that came about: south of the border is no go for me in summer temperatures.
so, if i wanted to escape the grey skies, then i'd better take up the chance to travel south right now, ahead of the summer heat. and hopla! my heart needs nostalgia and will find it, most surely, in the province of valencia,
where my 12-year-old-self first started making pictures, besides splashing face down into the surf of the balearic sea to find refreshment from those hot, yet pebbly beaches. some pebbles were rocks too. ☻
pulse, pulse, pulse, SO excited to soon be city hopping and sketching, photographing and market strolling, eating and drinking, reading and doing absolutely zilch, all while paring down my speech even, to the likes of si y no y p̶r̶e̶g̶o por favor. because, sagrada família mia!, i speak even less spanish than i do italian... .
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have a good week ahead. keep dreaming too...
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{images shown above are drawings
of 'buildings lost' in the town i live in,
all published in a local heritage magazine}