I was listening to ‘lost in thought’ by Jon Hopkins during an outing to a new found haven, ‘Jaureguiberry’ (I have yet to master the correct pronunciation, hau-ree-gi-berri?). Since it’s crawling into winter, it was almost as if you could have a private space to do whatever you want. It was so quiet and secluded, where the calm river intersected with the cold sea. Such a quaint and peaceful little town, with cute old people. I saw an old lady in her swimsuit and pario, calmly riding a bicycle with a beach chair tied to one handle.It was a pretty epic sight.
I wanted to record how I felt about the entire Saturday- blurry to perfection.