Travel blog
My travels, yo.
Nothing beats this kind of intimacy, when it’s about 3am and it feels like you’re the only two people in the world. There are no words or intentions, you’re just happy lying next to each other knowing that you never want to do this with anyone else. Just to consider that you’re each, essentially, a bag of bones and organs and muscles, and yet you’re both so much more than that because you’ve found each other and suddenly everything makes so much sense.
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Marinated motzarella with cured salami and olives.
Friday night Spanish Tapas by yours truly: Garlic Butter Prawns & Creamy baby potatoes with fresh Salsa Verde.