after a weekend in the luberon i am lost in space and time. truely unique experience. crusing off in no real direction we took a two left turns and a right too many i guess. but after a few hic-ups we made it. the swedish princess. the flying dutchman. and moi. ended up in a mountain village of the luberon. with p trees all over. magical. a small country aurberge for the night. one pastis. two pastis. three. cosy and cute. no bugs in the bed. bonus. breakfast. you guessed it. croissant et cafe au lait. from here we rolled across the hills and fields of the luberon. lavender and sunflowers everywhere. lanes with p trees before and after every town. the wind on my face. i can sense the eternity under my skin. air filled with the sharp scent of lavender. unforgettable. truely. felt as if i had taken a purple bath. i just want to lie down and never wake up. a perfect moment. nothing but the feeling of foreverness. joy. peace. quiet. tranquility. these words have taken a new form. new meaning. perhaps closer to truth. i have been put under a spell. a mixture of lavender and sunflower. that is all that was needed.
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