Walking through a tunnel of exotic looking bushes and conifers, smelling the scent of their needles. Hearing nothing but the cacophony of what seems to be a thousand cicadas. Passing a row of cactuses, turning left at the little field of olive trees and carefully climbing down some huge rocks.
There I'm spreading my beach towel on the one that's shaped like a mattress - and that's my personal piece of paradise for the day.
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| My favorite spot - I can truly enjoy it bye:myself. |
There I'm spreading my beach towel on the one that's shaped like a mattress - and that's my personal piece of paradise for the day.
this way to read the whole story >>>
