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Misty fields early in the morning on the way to the airport. Which took me to…

Malaga! I spent the rest of the day wandering around the old town, listening to opera singers in the street, siesta-ing in my cutesie hostel, eating tapas and looking at Picasso’s. 

The nice waiters at the vegetarian restaurant. It feels way less hassley here than I expected.

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Remembering the dancing from last night.
Driving. To Wales.
Our beautiful hostel. In Wales. In an old church with a fire and a hot tub and stained glass windows.

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The gorgeous colour of the sea on Rottnest Island.
The quokkas roaming around the island and getting really close.
Not staying in a hostel.