Of a life amongst lighthouses, pomegranate trees, singing gypsies,
pirates and mermaids, travelling from countries east to west, north to south,
by car, by air, on foot, or on an elephant in India, a bike in Nepal,
collecting, sourcing, observing – lingering in markets,
chatting to strangers who become best friends promising constant contact,
trying new spices, random routes, again and again another experience…
returning home to the odours of salt and pine,
warm wind in my hair, ready for dining on a beach or under an olive tree,
playing the guitar under any moon,
softly dwelling on a playful collage of recent memories…
feeling loose, at home, amongst my lemons.
Ibiza  the island with barefoot shadows.