Sometimes a picture takes me to a song. And the opposite is also frequent. I just arrived home from the absurdly crowed beaches of Barcelona. After one hour over a dirty pigeon-infested sand, watching a water in which what is floating is not seaweed, surrounded by people who have no idea about the concept of chilling out, I decided it was time to head home. I was not in the mood for being bothered each minute by guys selling cold drinks stored in that disgusting sand, women offering five-euro half-hour massages which can give the type of ending that you will not be happy about, while others would be asking if I want a piece of uncertain-origin coconut and someone would also try to supply me with a good bunch of drugs. And then there was the family that decided that all of us would listen to crappie flamenco on their radio. With my mind filed with everything I didn’t need I grabbed a bike. On my way home there was a girl riding a bike in front of me and she sang a song I can´t remember the last time I had listen. Many years ago it was one of my sunset favourite. That moment saved the day and made me post this photo I had taken one week ago in an island surrounded by some of the most stunning beaches I have ever seen and where no one bothers you.
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