I read Sharon's post over at My French Country Home about her younger years 'living the life' in St Tropez when it was filled with a magical spirit of "extravagant soiree's and hunting for sea urchins with a bottle of white wine and a lemon" at a deserted beach...all before the tourists came. It's really beautiful if you can go and have a read. I do love to get lost in someone else's descriptions and past. It is like reading a great book that also happens to be true. It is the wonder of life for me to travel and meet people with amazing stories of their lives, mundane or not and what makes photographs also special to me...the stories behind them.
I found these pictures of my parents getting on a plane in Ibiza. I think they are one of my favourite finds. I wish they were here to tell me now the story of their trip. If they partied hard or drank wine and chilled on a sunset beach.
I know some people say you shouldn't look back too hard but sometimes nostalgia can be a great thing don't you think?