aromas de un barco.

It seems that some people read that stuff. Some people I don't know and frankly didn't expect them to find this site. So I decided to switch into English, although I feel that my English is a little bit rusty. I just have no chance to use it recently. I miss other languages, but to tell the truth Spanish is all I really need here. Anyhow, I am not really sure if it's a right thing to do, but let's just give it a shot.

My friend, Antonio took me once to the most virgin beach I'd ever seen in my life. There's a national park right next to that place so the local people just want it to remain as calm, quiet and wild as it is. Luckily, the amount of people arriving there is easy to control as the river divides the seashore and the mainland. Getting on the boat is the only way to get there.

The day was weird. At some point, the dense fog rolled in from the seashore. We couldn't see anthing.
And I couldn't help thinking about Noir Désir all afternoon long.

For a moment there, we couldn't even see the seashore, even though it was like five meters away. But then, suddenly, before we left, it all cleared up.