Spain 2016

There is something beautiful about travelling. Wherever you go there are fragments of home littered about amongst strange parallel versions of the things that we are used to. You see people living their lives, totally impartial to a stranger walking through but barely touching the edges of their world, just for two weeks. How can the struggles, the wonders and the confusion that takes place in this little village be summed up in  14 days of taking pictures, wearing pretty dresses and bathing in sunlight? How can I say I've seen Spain when I've only ever seen through a tiny crack with a veil over my eyes // Jeani