Imagine golden sunsets painting the sky over ancient baobab trees. Picture traditional fishing boats, bright with color, resting along a peaceful coast. Think of vibrant, narrow streets in historic towns, where bougainvillea flowers spill over old walls.
Imagine golden sunsets painting the sky over ancient baobab trees. Picture traditional fishing boats, bright with color, resting along a peaceful coast. Think of vibrant, narrow streets in historic towns, where bougainvillea flowers spill over old walls.
Il n’y a pas eu de matin précis où nous avons pris la décision. Tout s’est construit lentement, comme l’eau qui cherche une fissure avant de trouver son chemin. Un hiver gris de plus en Estonie. Une année de plus…
There was no single morning when we decided. It built slowly, the way water finds a crack before it finds a way through. Another grey winter in Estonia. Another year of saying “when things settle down.” At some point we…
