Maybe it's because San Diego, the self-proclaimed paradise, land of the "beautiful" people is experiencing actual weather, but today I've been day dreaming of Santorini and fruity cocktails. I want to experience the life of luxury, without guilt, for a hot second. I'd like to taste the wacky fish food, dried octopus, fruit and veggies galore, and maybe get lost at sea for a day.
I mean.....come on. I wanna swim in that water and hike for miles up the side of the mountain.
I don't think it's a widely known thing about me, but bougainvilleas are my favorite flower. The small white buds are hidden inside bright petals of orange, pink, white, and purple. They add a mass of color and can weed their way into any space. The house I grew up in was built by my parents and was always covered in bougainvillea bushes. My mother went into labor with my when she was putting in carpet on the stairs - this woman doesn't sit down for very long.
Something in me says the air would smell like melon and sweet oil.