Arriving at the breezy beach house
No time to waste...straight off to the beach!
So close I can smell the sea...
Almost there....
...and I've reached paradise
No this is not photoshopped
Beach life: the smell of seawashed wood, simple bamboo huts, and palm tree silhouettes
A romatically rugged walk where the crispy wind swirls the corridors
A fisherman boat quietly drifts in the breeze....
primitive...yet just what my eyes needed
sandy terrain perfect for a barefooted run
going out fishing in sailor hats, sunglasses and shorts...yup Egyptian winter!
spanish style: my favorite corner where I sit for hours to clear my thoughts everytime I visit
a hauntingly misty sunset
As nightime sets in, the best place to sit is under that encirled hut and to let yourself be twisted and turned by the cuurents of air that haunt the place.
Then run home to cuddle up in my warm chair, reading with a creamy cup of hot chocolate!