2018.01.21 Memory lane

Several times a week we walk to the village. To shop, drink coffee with friends or – in my case – go to Spanish class.

The first part of the road leads us downhill and near the end we have an overview of a campground. It’s a quiet place. Lots of tanned, elderly people.

It always reminds me of my parents. They spend 18 winters in a row in Spain in a setting very similar to this campground.
Sweet memories!

^hm

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