it hasn’t grown much since last time


This is a photo from the time I ran away to Spain with a man I had met the week before, to live on an abandoned olive farm on top of a mountain. No neighbours, no electricity, no running water, not reaallly a house. But it was perfect.Our view from the outside bed we all had a siesta on at midday. Then we lay here and drank rum for the rest of the day. Federico drank too much and ended up passing out and staying there until the evening.

~My Hidden Nirvana~

“There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.” / Taken by riosage

view from the london eye by Jacqueline Harriet on Flickr.

Diary by Janis Ganga on Flickr.