A lovely morning dawns.
A morning portrayed.
Another Spanish word I’ve come to love, this one meaning “early dawn”.
The Spanish word for “sky” is super pretty.
Happy new year across the world!
I guess my brain went back to the thing Obama said around the US election night, about how the one thing that was sure, was that the sun would rise in the morning the next day. There’s something nice and comforting about that.
It feels wrong somehow to label the writing I produced during my trip as a plain blog post, for it is not written as I would normally write a diary entry, but I shall still call it blog, though it has some essayistic and poetic elements to it, here and there. From today and for another couple of days I hope you will enjoy my writings, this is part one.