Driving with the windows down, the volume up and screaming at unknowing pedestrians. Running barefoot on scorching asphalt, cutting mangoes and eating them inside-out. Getting away with wearing singlets over bikinis and nothing else. Hiding wandering eyes behind oversized sunglasses and broad-rimmed hats. The smell of sunscreen and salt-breeze, the feeling of walking from thirty degree heat into air-conditioning. Hot fish and chips and ice-cold coke cans. Taking cold showers and feeling absolutely beached.
|1. Polignano, kind of magical place, 2. Untitled, 3. Untitled, 4. Untitled|
Este primavera que va a hacer?