The familiar sea
After decades of absence, I visited the village where I spent the happiest summers of my childhood: Canet de Mar near Barcelona. My nephew, now a grown man, guided me
Despite its troubles
After decades of absence, I visited the village where I spent the happiest summers of my childhood: Canet de Mar near Barcelona. My nephew, now a grown man, guided me
It was getting late. People passed by without stopping to listen or notice him, although he was a good player. Thomas gave up for the day. He picked up the
Blue Mediterranean Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: The Color Blue.
The sound of an old Croatian song my father used to sing to my mother brings tears to my eyes even today. It’s a love song with a delicate melody