Memory loss

18th August 2016

In my sleepy state I can’t actually recall if I’ve already posted this image? The heat of the Albanian sun feels like a lifetime ago and I am itching to return. I’ll save a story for another Thursday when I am not so deliriously tired. Paul crossed my path as I walked with intent towards a lady hanging out washing in the hazy orange light. As we chatted he told me he was staying at the house for a few days before following a team of tourists on a hike. Our secluded dreamy b&b was the only one in the village and a 45 min hike then a one-hour drive to the nearest town. It was bliss- I miss it. A floating traveller he was kind, calm and had a lovely shine about him. I wonder where he is now. Stories another day…sleep tight OAO x