Every time I start to explain that basically I'm a hippy, everyone laughs. As a teenager and still had hippies Cadaqués (say that one day they put them all in a truck and taken away, but wonder, is a measure of some radical, right? even for the inhabitants of Cadaqués), I knew them all: the one who said he was the reincarnation of Dali, who gave massages (once I forced my poor brother left holy give a shoulder massage in the square and became dizzy and very bad), who had been in jail and was full of tattoos, wearing feathers in their hair and slept in a kind of rock that was shaped like a bed, the quiet blond Yugoslavian selling the drug. .. and did not know hardly any of the posh, and he did know, would often do not know them. I also went to dinner with the hippies at the campsite (which for me was the most exotic, mysterious and fascinating world), I did not set foot on the famous island of Port Lligat hippies because my friend Sarah was in charge of going and I was waiting on the shore.
Anyway, all this stuff is for you to understand that I am a hippy since I was born in virtually Bonanova. There is an English expression I like very much, "ones inner channel ...", to mean something like" channel your inner whatever. " I will tell you how I'm going to channel this summer my inner hippy. Yes, every time I write and speak worse, I know, I think it is due to spend the day arguing with people under 12 years and over 75. Well, I'm going to buy, or I to dream that I buy, unless you want to be eating spaghetti and fried eggs to the summer-leather bag Doligé Laurence hippy photo and the wonderful hippy Isabel Marant jacket in the other photo. What do you think?
And I hope that from now no one dares to doubt my hippy. Happy
week.
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