9am and on. The slowness of custom breakfast rituals that differ quite a bit from the local traditions. The fuzziness of plans. And the warmth already rolling in from the hills again. Blooming oleander, and a village that still seems mostly asleep.
9am and on. The slowness of custom breakfast rituals that differ quite a bit from the local traditions. The fuzziness of plans. And the warmth already rolling in from the hills again. Blooming oleander, and a village that still seems mostly asleep.