I only had around two days to driving up from the port in Rosslare, where I landed after the long ferry ride from Bilbao, to Northern Ireland where the wedding of my dear friend would take place. But what a
The excitement for this part of Spain was great. Surf on almost every beach, travelsom chilled people dedicating their life to art and living, this is how I pictured the place to be, judging from the Basque people I had
On my way up to Spains north coast and some more surf I make a stop in Toledo. And what a beautiful place that is. I had never heard of it before, but my lovely friend Alex recommended it me
After picking up my little brother in Sevilla we fled the city with its 42°C as quick as possible to head to the coast. Having been driving so much each day for the past few weeks I was keen to
a little poem about the lost of my beloved father Bruno in the place of his last, eternal journey