sweet dreams are made of these.

spanoli.

hola from palma de mallorca. i board the thomson dream tommorrow morning after a quaint evening of delicious food and red wine. i have discovered an instant love affair with spain and cannot wait to find out more. besos xxx

another day. another time.

Once you have traveled,
the voyage never ends,
but is played out over and over again
in the quietest chambers,
that the mind can never break off
from the journey.

- Pat Conroy (1945 - )
The Prince of Tides

the palm tree parlour.

my obsession with palm trees started in thailand and has flourished fervently ever since. tropical and whimsical. they remind me of days in the sun with toes in the sand and blissful contentment. they remind me of a place where time is irrelevant and scorching summer days roll into perfect summer evenings. they remind me of exploring an island on a scooter with the wind blowing recklessly through my hair. they remind me of banana smoothies of decadant hour long massages. they remind me of being in a completely foreign place and yet feeling so at home.

but most of all they remind me of the Thai phrase "mai plu" - no worries...

i thought.

“Rainfall
A line joining heaven and earth
Some peoples only connection.”