The differences in welcoming the night, depending on locations and people. Far past sundown, streets still crowded, as are the pubs and bars. The mountains crowned by clouds again, an invisible band playing tunes remotely familiar, and somewhere nearby heavy gates are opened, closed. The silence of the olive yards behind their ancient walls. Have calm dreams wherever you are.
Etwas weiter dämmert der Abend. Monoton, beruhigend der Klang der Wellen im steinernen Packwerk. Ente, Möwe, Haubentaucher. Dazu Rotwein und das Ringen mit Vorurteilen und Fremdscham. Die Unverträglichkeit wohlhabender Touristen abseits des eigenen Habitats.
A little later: The quietness of weekend afternoons. The slowdown after fast paces, the sensation of having done distances again without really feeling like moving at all. Break, a little too long to be comfortable. Never enough coffee.
Sinnieren über relative und absolute Höhenunterschiede. Die Berge zurücklassen, das Wasser einmal mehr voraus. Cappuccino im Schatten von Pinien und Wolken. Noch immer keine vorübergehende Leere.
📷 southbound
Close to 8am and clouds seemingly opening. The grey and the light, the sea and the silhouettes of the rocks. Heading on.