New Era Baseball Cap, Age of Aquarius Tank-Top, Cut up Jeans and Vans.
In the heart of
Marbella, I found love in the Old Town. With narrow alleyways, brightly painted
white houses with dashes of radiant colours, overgrown wild flowers with little
balconies; I came across the Little Blue house. A perfect two-floor story house
with a roof terrace to add, painted in white with outlines of baby blue,
covered in green foliage with baby blue flowers to match. It was too perfect
for words to describe. There’s a certain appeal that comes hand in hand with
the Spanish culture; an appeal that you don’t necessarily need to be surrounded
by but even by just flipping through a book of photographs. It’s the traditions
of Spain that I love most and the sense of values and customs that come with
it. When the clock hit two in the afternoon, the shops switched of their lights
and locked their doors and the workers scattered back to their homes to begin
their midday meal, la Comida. Walking through the Old Town of Marbella, you
could hear the clatter of plates and cutlery, water running from the taps, the
chatting and laughter of people coming from each little house. The idea of the
la Comida bringing family and friends every day together, to share a big meal and
a new memory is an aspect that I’ve always admired. To finally see this in
action, you can’t help but wish to be a part of such a tradition. When I came
across the Little Blue house with the orange, ‘For Sale’ sign; I couldn’t stop
picturing life living there. A perfect destination to hideaway and reside to from
a busy lifestyle in the city. If only I had the funds and then it could be; my
Little Blue house.