hedonism. sunning ourselves all day like walruses. take away all those ologies and losophies and boxes, and become a basic human again. food, sex, sleep and drink.

our little triangle of malaga. cute hostel seperated from the beach only by a road, long sandy stretch of gold with an ugly burnie looking port in the distance but who cares it has beautiful mountains behind it, and the little supermarket where we can buy fish and chocolate to our hearts delight because we're not spending money on anything else.

salty curls sprawling out over the towels and toplessness, skin turning from white to red to golden. a stroll to the supermarket for some cheap goods and less than 1e red wine. back to the sand, a quick freeze in the velvety mediterranean the only thing that gets our blood pumping. a snippet of a read, a snatch of music, then eyes close again to glorious sunshine. dreams of dreams and dreams of futures.

in house chef cooking up delicious bbqs and seafood paella impossible to deny. conversation is animated about lovers and lives, but that may be the fault of the cheap wine and vitamin d. mojitos and fire sticks. ahh life.. miek