I've been lucky enough to spend quite a portion of the past year abroad. Catching planes, hanging with strangers, being in the sun, the snow, the mountains, the sea.
This was October, 2013.
I met up with a dear friend, one of the best I've got, & we traversed Spain & Morocco.
We couchsurfed, drank copious amounts of beer, took many a photograph, slept on trains, buses, platforms. We lived out of backpacks, got robbed, got lost. Got found, got invited places of amazement. Got a really short way up a really big mountain, learnt Spanish, drank sangria, did yoga under the stars.
I've got the gypsy blood - i've got to keep moving, moving, around & see new places & have a hard time & have the best time. But to me, there is nothing better than coming home. If you are somewhere else, & miss where you came from, then you know you're where you should be.
(These are all taken with a $2 disposable camera from a discount store, half were developed in Morocco & half at home.)
Enjoy.
j x
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