In my Good Things post last week, I mentioned fog coming off the ocean. There’s been some fog here in the evenings, but I haven’t seen anything like this. It started rolling in slowly. I was having a drink on the terrace of Bar Boru and you could see the fog curling in. I had my camera with me and decided to head down to the beach to see about getting some photos. I was only there about 20 minutes and it’s crazy how quickly it went from the above photo to the last one. It was beautiful though, a little haunting, but beautiful.
It’s been a couple of weeks and I haven’t really posted anything since I’ve moved to Mijas. It’s been..it’s been nice. Calm. Quiet. The wind comes off the ocean a bit strong, but the sun is hot above and the air smells of salt if you turn your nose just right. The sand gets hot during afternoon and cheap, coloured flip flops are the way to go. The houses are stark white against the clear blue sky, the sunset a soft watercolour of pinks and purples behind it all. Continue reading
I associate colours with cities. Which is news to me and something I didn’t realize until I was sitting in my hostel in Barcelona and someone asked me how Barcelona and Nice were different. Nice is yellow and orange. I’m not 100% exactly why, to be honest. The best reason I can come up with is this picture. Barcelona, well, Barcelona is blue and green, light, almost clear, glasslike colours. That, in turn, is probably because of this. I agree that maybe it’s a little bizarre, but at this point, what else would you expect from me? (Madrid, if you’re wondering, is purple and red. )
Can we talk about the beach? Just for a few seconds and then we can move on to another topic, if you really want. When you think beach, or rather, when I think beach, it’s sand next to a body of water. The sand doesn’t have to be gorgeous and white and fine and the things that ads are made of. But Nice completely ignored that memo or they were out for coffee or thought the world was going to be inhabited by giants and that the rocks they put on the beach would look like sand. Continue reading
As people do when they go on holidays, I fell in love. Deep, spine tingling, ‘i want this to last forever’ love. I know I said that Annecy was amazing (or what I told everyone is that Annecy was my favourite place in France), but Nice not only won that contest, it swept into first place with a casual class that made no question of the fact that it belonged there. Continue reading