enough about then

in the nearer past, we managed a fleeting escape to the west coast. We being ...

therestlesshousemate

hislankanother

chyelatte

and me.



Ever since I have heard tales of this little fishing village and all its beautiful little glory, I have been itching to go. So this weekend past, we snoozed the alarm 3 times before finally making a late jumpstart to head towards the open sea.

 Destination accomplished.
Chyelatte and I slept all the way throughout the windy road and the scenery.

 Came across death and its undertaker

 but the living was undoubtedly more attractive.

 though personally not a fan of these whiskers,

 it was entertaining to tease it with faux mews and watch 

it slink up to brush its coat on anything standing still.

I, however, still favour man's best and only friend,

even though he steals ice creams.

especially yappy ones the size of my foot.

Stepping aside the furry four legged, we strolled along the coastal route

tested chyelatte's alcohol (in)tolerance

took one too many photos

stop to smell the flowers and all that 

and happily comforted myself that very very soon... 

I won't be so alone anymore.

ciao.