Barefoot on the grass, on the plateau of the green cliff that plunges into the northern sea. There's the rustle of my steps and the noise of waves crashing to the rocks. There's the scent of freshly mowed grass and the fragrance of blossoms. At the very end of September. Here, the warmth of the blazing sun is interrupted by a strong wind. And it even feels like home a little.
And here, there's only me, and nothing around.
I never thought I would end up here, I never thought I needed to be here. Yet, here I am, and this is where I have to be right now.
Was lucky to catch the last train of warm and dry weather in Barcelona with 11 days of hilly roads (credits to @velodrom.cc ) and coffee overkills (thx, @nomadcoffee ).
The end of 2021 is going to be crazy with approximately 12 flights left and I gotta say that flying isn’t fun at all anymore. Kinda miss the times when airports and planes were something special and, you know, this feeling of sweet expectance
@grankinvo took this picture with @kodak funsaver
