I was chatting with a friend of mine and nostalgia suddenly took over. Every January, I'm sick with memories. I miss the blue water, I miss the fluffy clouds in the sky, I miss the warm, inviting, Asian rain...
Before the vacation I was asking Santa for my childhood's car – red, comfortable and filled with gadgets.
Every time the winter holidays come we ask for things from our childhood and we get sick with memories from a paradisiac age. And now? Today?
Today I realize that Santa didn't listen to my request and it's actually great that he didn't. He didn't bring me Her, but he certainly made up for it. Today I'm missing a tiny electric Chinese car which carries luggage.
In my own folly, I took the luggage down, put a plaid over the back seat - which was dirty due to the luggage of thousand of tourists, dripping with dust and golden sand - and then sped off to take a short cruise among the palm trees.
I didn't pass any tourist since I was driving at a snail-like speed - crabs were passing me without using their turn signals. I also didn't even use the horn once, it was the only car on the island.
At an intersection I encountered two hens, waited politely for them to cross the road and I had plenty of time to photograph to lizards who were in love. Nobody rushed me. Time had patience...
PS: what car do your memories drive?
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