Memorias — Subcategorías: Entornos

I lay down on my back on a grassy slope with my teenage schoolgirl friends, looking up at the cerulean blue sky with very white cotton wool-like little clouds, in the mountains, where the hills are covered with eucalyptus forests and tea plantations. Blissful memories.

I lay down on my back on a grassy slope with my teenage schoolgirl friends, looking up at the cerulean blue sky with very white cotton wool-like little clouds, in the mountains, where the hills are covered with eucalyptus forests and tea plantations. Blissful memories.

The clouds have descended as an old car loaded with parents and three young children struggles to drive up a mountain road in north Wales. As we all collectively blow air on the car windscreen, we slowly begin to ascend a top the mountain road, then glide effortlessly as we descend the other side. At the same time, the sun emerges from the misty rain clouds, the clouds disperse, and we are in awe of the beautiful valley below, now bathed in full sunlight. A lake shimmers with gold and blue, and a rainbow greets us.

The clouds have descended as an old car loaded with parents and three young children struggles to drive up a mountain road in north Wales. As we all collectively blow air on the car windscreen, we slowly begin to ascend a top the mountain road, then glide effortlessly as we descend the other side. At […]