WHEN I ARRIVED in Vejer the weather was warm but heavy cloud for the first few days. That didn’t detract from the beauty of the place, and I enjoyed wandering the up and down, winding, cobbled walkways, shared with the odd car and motor scooter. The peace of the place, along with the relaxed, friendliness and warmth of the people here seep into you. You become like blotting paper filled up with something peaceful, calm and rich.
For the last two days the skies have been blue, the sun hot, the breeze welcome, the sea soft, and the sand silken. We have lazed in the soft and gentle breeze under a sun that heats the skin like no sunshine I’ve met in the U.K. I floated in a sea that cocoons every part of your body, mind and heart. The gentle, rippling waves lift you up, then down. Over and over, ever so gently. I gazed at the glistening sea. It rippled and shone under the dancing sunlight. The sea, it twinkled at me, as I disappeared from view, in this idyll of warm, turquoise warmth and softness. Even the air feels different, softer, clearer and full of kindness. I floated for a long time, again and again, under a blue sky full of white ink blots. My body feels rested, sleepy, and deeply refreshed.
Later we ate tapas, wandered the streets under a night sky, enjoyed the best ice cream, said ‘hola’ to people recognised, and wended our way back for sleep. This timeless, ancient, serene, slow, peaceful, gently rhythmic, beautiful town; clothed in winding streets and white buildings under a sky filled with swallows; well, I will be collecting up lots of memories to take back with me. I will stuff them into my mind and my heart, and one day I will return. There are many doors to this place, and you never know what is behind them. But for now I shall take all this wonder into my dreams and weave some magic from it, for future treasures yet to be discovered.
Here are some of my favourite things.
Till Wednesday, when I will be arriving home, and my posts will return to warm words, recipes and Ayurveda.
Wishing you the warmest of weeks,
Lucy x
I am pleased to hear of your recouperation.
Nice photos,I like the doors and cobbles.
“You become like blotting paper filled up with something peaceful, calm and rich.” — such blissfully stunning writing. 😍 I adore the photo of that blotty sky too. 💙