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youswiminmywater · 6 years ago

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new perspectives on loneliness

it’s important to try to stay away from your bed sometimes. i never used to be the type to spend the entire day locked away in my room, but the past few months have been exactly that. i even rearranged all of my furniture one day just to change things up, update and organize everything in a way that made more sense. pointed my bed towards the tv. put my clothes in the closet, in my bed drawers (which is astoundingly a habit i’m still keeping up!). organized, alphabetized, and filtered through all of the stuff on my bookshelf, made better use of the space in my room. there’s still some stuff to throw out. there’s still dust accumulating. but it’s a snail’s step, a healthy move inside of a swampy situation. i don’t want this room for much longer, or at least i don’t want to be trapped in it all the time, but i’m glad i fixed it.

the other day, i went down to the cafe to get a salad and try to read a little in public, which is generally my go-to outing for when i want to get out of my house. it’s important to get out of the house sometimes. i’ve been trying to slog through “the faerie queene,” which is an old renaissance epic poem about knights and chivalry and greek mythology splashed into a weird christianity-focused landscape. i’m reading it most because i can, because i know what words like “weet” used to mean, because i’m comfortable reading spenser’s intentionally bizarre spelling and letter-swaps. just for context, here’s an example:

Nathlesse the villen sped himselfe so well, Whether through swiftnesse of his speedy beast; Or knowledge of those woods, where he did dwell, That shortly he from daunger was releast, And out of sight escaped at the least; Yet not escaped from the dew reward Of his bad deeds, which dayly he increast, Ne ceased not, till him oppressed hard The heauy plague, that for such leachours is prepard.

and i’m also reading it because the stories are fun to retell in my own words, whenever i can find an ear to gab into! a lot of old literature is like that, surprising you with a fun story. so i took my massive old book with queen victoria on the cover, got my salad, and decided to sit nearby a couple that looked like they were on a date so that i could eavesdrop on them.

boy is it easy to judge strangers! from what i could tell, he was an older guy, maybe grad student age, clad in nouveau punk garb, the band shirt with sleeves rolled up to his armpits, the rolled up jean shorts, stompy boots, thick rimmed glasses, the side shave haircut that everyone seems to be sporting these days, tattoos up his arms and half way up his neck. he was talking very adamantly about his classes, particularly with a recognizable pretension about how much of an intensely emotional and intellectual endeavor it is to both READ and WRITE in the modern age. something or other about how his professors just Don’t Understand, how they’re Taking the Magic Out of It. he was very particular about the genres he liked to read, and very particular about explaining it to her with confidence, caution, and exactness. she, meanwhile, was at least a few years younger than him (in fact, i’m pretty sure she was an acquaintance of mine, knew her tangentially through people i knew in high school), and it seemed like she hadn’t been to at least a traditional college in several years. the last i remember, she worked at this kind of odd farm-fresh fast-food joint, where they make you wear blue bandannas instead of brand hats. she looked like she went to art school maybe, studied photography. she was very supportive of his opinions on reading books, or whatever, and tried her best to come up with things to share back on the subject, but it was clear she wasn’t really That Into reading. she ran with the crowd that was used to doing, parties and skateboarding and concerts, not sitting at home over a notebook.

it just seemed like the kind of pairing that didn’t have much in common, but they were still fresh and enthusiastic and willing to blow past differences and have some fun for a while. in any case, i was in true goblin form, hunched over my salad, building stories for each of them in my head, telling myself they were communicating poorly and failing to connect with each other, telling myself they’ll be over and done within a few months, maybe more if the circumstances call for it. a stupid grin slapped across my brain while i half-read about some sinful queen named “lucifera,” who embodied Vanity itself in every way, even carrying around a hand mirror just to admire herself.

this is the cafe i used to work at, and so i knew a lot of the patrons and just about all of the employees; i spotted one person, the “new girl,” also enjoying a salad off duty a few tables away from me. she had been hired shortly after i left, though the two of us had developed a little bit of camaraderie between my frequent visits. i called her bree-bree, she called me bri-bri, it was something cute and fun between us. one of the few fond connections i have with the world outside my bedroom.

i made my way to the door, pretended to notice her, and sat down in the seat across from her, imposing in probably a very trumpian way, though she didn’t seem to mind, wasn’t nose deep in a book like i pretended to be. we got to immediately gossiping about the couple i was just eavesdropping on, my favorite hobby, talking about dating and relationships from a safe and frankly lofty position, dragging someone into my holier-than-thou mindscape to bond with them. it’s the magic of people-watching, really, and sharing that experience with someone makes you feel so much less like a wretched lonely creep. she nodded sagely when i talked about talking but not communicating, first dates in the cafe.

she told me a story about how she was on a first date with a guy and kept asking him questions expecting him to toss the ball back into her court, but at the end of his several monologues, the only thing he was able to bring back to her was “so, any more questions for me?” i told her he was probably trying very hard to impress her, and maybe felt interrogated. like it was his time to make a splash and show her how good and smart of a boy he was! and probably terrified out of his mind. you can’t chalk everything up to male vanity. she shrugged a maybe-probably. i declined to tell her a story about some of my first dates, not wishing to mirror the guy she just described to me.

i learned that she was dating one of the other guys that worked at the cafe, who was working there that day, though the whole thing was a sort of semi-hush. she said they dated but she didn’t really talk about it. she just gazed at him over my shoulder, dreamy-eyed. how do you get a girl to look at you that way? i admired it, appreciated it. i turned around and announced to the guy “i didn’t know you two were dating!” made him blush, show him that i was Aware and not threatening anything by having an intimate salad talk with his girl right in front of him. she told me she was moving to Cleveland in two weeks, and was bad with long-distance. she didn’t seem that bothered by it, though i still sympathized, knowing by now how those relationships end, the early 20s flings that always get bashed backwards by college schedules and other necessity.

her mentioning it gave me an opportunity to talk about vivien, for a moment. i told her i was a long-distance veteran. i forcibly showed off pictures of vivien, of the two of us together, because i was dying to show at least one person, even someone who could be barely considered a friend. i don’t know why i wanted to; maybe another opportunity to say “just so we’re clear, i’m not trying to come onto you, here’s a girl i already like!” or maybe it was a way to legitimize a connection in my life that seems to slip away more and more every day.

i offered to give her a ride, probably a minor misstep. she said she preferred walking, good exercise. i agreed, told her i wanted to ride my bike more often too. she insisted i make some desserts for her and the cafe before she had to leave, and i promised i would. left.

i had something of a panic attack that night. i don’t like calling it that, because the feeling wasn’t...well, maybe i’m just unfamiliar with panic. it was intangible. i was feeling manic, i could hear myself breathing, i wanted to get out of the house again (this was now around 11pm or so). i was feeling trapped, claustrophobic, lonely, forgotten. i went to a 24/7 gyro place to tap my foot, pick up dinner for me and my mom. wrote an obscure facebook status. sent a few oblique text messages. wanting attention but not wanting to attract it. wanting someone to care about me and show concern but feeling selfish and childish by offering out my hands.

i had a phone conversation with a friend of mine just before. my best friend, or at least someone i used to be really close with, now feeling more and more like a stranger, more like a burden, more like i destroyed something that was taking a painstakingly long time to fully implode. i was becoming less and less to her, and it showed in our conversation, and showed even more when she was telling me about other friends she was starting to hang out with more, or when she was having a conversation with her boyfriend that was so much more lively than the one she was having with me. it used to be the other way around. i sat on the phone and let my heart break, realized i was becoming alone again, and ended up at this gyro place an hour later.

it’s not that i’m particularly going to miss the life i’ve been living the past few years; i really hate feeling stuck, even if i had some great company while doing so, and shared a lot of myself with someone who has been very important to me. but trying to move on has blasted away a lot of stuff i took for granted, or didn’t realize i depended on so heavily. so i guess i had a panic attack, on both ends. i felt empty and heartbroken looking back on my past friendship; i felt worried and alone looking forward. i’m still not sure if i’m moving into anything real or not.

maybe i’m once again too much in my own head, but sometimes i get the feeling vivien is already done with me. we don’t really have any plans when it comes to moving closer to each other; i’m not even sure what she wants for her own life sometimes. we’ve both been through our own gauntlets, and we know long-distance isn’t really something we have the energy for anymore. all i know is that we happen to have landed in the same spot, together, right now. but i don’t know if we’re both going to leave this place together, or if we’re going to be facing the same direction when we do. we’re certainly not going to stay here for much longer. i only hope she isn’t already through with me. sometimes i feel like a needy puppy, begging for her attention, putting effort into something that i maybe shouldn’t be. i truly do adore her, and we resemble each other so much; we sometimes joke about being each other’s “twin flame,” soulmates. it still feels that way. but soulmates aren’t always lovers.

i’m just preparing myself for the worst. i don’t want it to be over yet.

today i listened to an “etiquette podcast” on the way home. it’s really hardly about etiquette most of the time; it’s just this married couple that started a podcast together, likely because the wife felt left out of her husband’s podcasting career and wanted an excuse to hang out with him. they pick random topics, the wife goes into a brief “history” of the thing, and then they talk about “the best way to blank,” “when is the right time to blank.” how do i ask for a raise without coming off as bossy? what’s the best way to end a phone call? what’s the proper thing to say when i fart on the train?

this week’s episode was about naps. the wife went into a personal yarn about how she had postpartum depression and took frequent naps that just felt Very Bad. like gigantic naps that felt too good, wasted the whole day. the husband likened it to eating ice cream when you’re starving. just the wrong medicine for the occasion.

when i got home, i took a 6-hour nap. i was still riding the wave of sadness from the day before, though without the manic energy. just the overwhelming feeling of aloneness, having no one to share anything with anymore. being alone really makes a lot of things feel pointless, when you’re in the headspace of, i want to do things so i have something to share with people. suddenly reading feels stupid. endeavors to work out feel pointless. long naps are a brief fast-forward through something that feels like it ought to blow away at some point. and it really doesn’t, at least, not in the way you expect it to.

i woke up and checked my e-mails, my school e-mail in particular, to remind myself that i was still a student and had responsibilities beyond trying to find love and companionship to enrich my future (snort!). cracked open my textbook, a chapter about plate presentation, and got quite lost flipping between dessert possibilities. really inspiring stuff, even though the book is a little outdated:

i’m sure this is somewhat a product of my mood...but looking at these foods made me really want to dive into my work as a pastry chef. become good at something, make all these sauces and coulis and collect a bunch of chocolate shavings and such and try out some plate designs for myself, likely in very bizarre, personal ways. “here you go mom, i made dessert, and i bought a special plate to put it on!” i mean, how else is a boy to practice? it’s a relief seeing stuff like this, because the class i’m taking right now makes me believe cake decorating is the alpha and the omega of pastry learning. and i just hate cake decorating! my boss told me that some people are decorators and some people are producers, and that i’m a producer. i feel good about that role. it’s encouraging.

i’ve written pretty freely and frequently about this belief i have, that people have a built in “fail-safe” system that keeps them from tolerating a bad feeling for too long. some motivation inside of them that keeps them from stewing in depression until they disintegrate. in the past, i’ve taken opportunities like this one i’m in to go on impulsive bike rides, usually in the dead of the night. i felt the same impulse washing over me today; however, i knew that my bike tires were flat and needed a pump. this is essentially the extent of my bike-repair expertise, so if they didn’t stay inflated, i was probably done for without a real concentrated effort to fix the damn thing.

i went outside to our backyard shed to try and find the bicycle pump. no luck. and our backyard was starting to look and feel overgrown, plants poking through fences and coming up to the windows. my mom says she likes the overgrown because it grants privacy, but i hated it in that moment. i wanted to clear everything away. in lieu of finding my bike pump, i grabbed some forgotten rusty shears instead, and just started going to town on these masses of towering plants. snipping bit by bit, shoving them into mossy old yard bags, grabbing thorns and twigs barehanded in my sleepwear and clogs. just fed up, burying my feelings in the impulse.

i started to imagine, maybe this is what i need to do from now on. just focus on cleaning the house, yard work. eventually move on to working out, getting stronger arms, losing weight, eating healthier. if i’m going to be a shut-in for the rest of my life, maybe this is the secret to accepting it. just obsessing over some kind of work and never thinking about loneliness ever again, except maybe by accident late at night, in moments of stillness. it made me feel kind of like boo radley. it was a familiar place, like one that i had recognized in writers and poets, or any other person that was considered isolated, in solitude. like a retired old dad, feverishly picking up hobbies to keep himself busy. emily dickinson with her botany and gardening (did you know she had a 66-page leather-bound book of pressed plants? it’s called an herbarium). or like a robert frost type, hauling wood to a cabin, reveling in the simplicity of it. after all, it’s easier to tear weeds out of the ground than it is to make friends. maybe it’s the kind of life i need to embrace, constantly becoming better and healthier, more useful, stronger, but for nobody. building a nice home and a nice life and only sharing it with someone if i get really lucky.

i didn’t really hang out with my dad much after my parents were divorced, and now that i’m older, and i’m realizing how badly i wanted someone to teach me how to be a guy. all the things i remember doing with him when i was younger, fishing, flying kites, swimming, are distant memories. i’m rusty. i’m gonna take my kids to do these things with nostalgia and fumble at it, because it fell out of my life a long time ago. i feel like being outside again, getting bug bites, tearing up the yard and putting it back together again...it’s a way of being a dad to myself. or i feel like my dad was supposed to teach me this stuff, like it’s a old secret, “now son, when you grow up and your life isn’t what you wanted it to be, just build a birdhouse. it’s the best remedy for depression!”

or maybe it was just a manic episode, me out there chopping away at the bushes. a cathartic release that’ll sink back into its deep slumber again come tomorrow. it was a shift in perspective, another way of making loneliness OK, a different kind of ocean to drown in. i wouldn’t mind if it stuck around.

i know i really don’t deserve much, i’m not exactly a very good person. but if i can find a way to turn all these feelings back in on themselves, and just focus on something...manual and productive, i think it’s a life i’d take. just needs some motivation.

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holturkey-blog · 5 years ago

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WOOD HOUSE AND BUNGALOV HOTELS

Have you ever had a chance to take a vacation in a tree house? Have you ever had a luxury stay in a bungalow? Or let's ask, have you ever had a bungalow experience? If not, this post is for you!If you have no answer to all these questions, as well as the classic holiday offerings of the big holiday hotels and if you are looking for an alternative holiday tree house and bungalow houses with different accommodation facilities is now the time to choose. Modern holidaymakers both in the world and in our country are bored of classical understanding. We are all in search of concept holidays.Tree houses and bungalows that fill our eyes with architecture offer us holiday alternatives that are quite out of the classic. When it comes to environmental and trend holidays in the world, tree houses come to the forefront. These hotels have been frequently preferred in our country in recent years. The first place that comes to mind when we say tree house is Olympos, yes, but outside the region, the concept of tree houses and bungalows is spreading. Moreover, tree houses and bungalows offer comfort and luxury, which is far beyond your expectations! Here are our tree house concept hotels that host both luxury and comfort for you: 1-BARAKA HOUSE

Located on the seafront of Çıralı Village, Baraka House offers air-conditioned bungalows set in beautiful gardens adorned with fruit trees. The resort offers beach service to its guests with its umbrellas and umbrellas for you to use in a private area on Çıralı Beach, just 50 meters away.The wooden bungalows have a bedroom and separate living room, and all bungalows have a private bathroom and a very spacious veranda for your convenience.You can start the day with a Turkish breakfast of traditional and locally grown organic products. You can enjoy your breakfast in the garden under the shade of the fruit trees. There is also a restaurant where you can taste Turkish food.Çıralı’s shops and restaurants are within walking distance. The hotel is 3 km from Chimera (Khimaira). Olympos is a half-hour walk away and Antalya Airport is 95 km away.Here you are where the eternity of the sky meets the generosity of the seas. The sun rising from the place where the two blues could not tell the words, the 3.5 km. long beach.In order to immerse yourself in the cool waters of the Mediterranean, blue and green are waiting for you in a few steps to the most beautiful resort.Due to its natural and archaeological beauties, Çıralı is one of the most popular and beautiful holiday resorts of the world and Antalya. It consists of bungalows. The rooms are designed to make your home comfortable.Bungalows located in a spacious and spacious garden, both couples and families to appeal to a subtle and simple design. 2-Hotel Lycia Ulupınar Lycia Ulupınar Hotel is located in the town of Kemer in the Kemer district of Antalya, 70 km from Antalya city center and 83 km from the airport. Opened in 2014, the hotel welcomes guests with the same friendliness and warmth as a family-run hotel. It is located on the southern slope of the Tahtali Mountain (2356 m.), The most spectacular summit of the Beydaglari range of the western Taurus Mountains, on the northern slopes of Olympos, Cirali coast and ruins. It is an ideal location especially for guests who enjoy extreme sports such as trekking. Since the ancient times, the “Lycian Way kullanıl, which we call, the Lycian Way, antik connects the ancient cities of different lengths and panoramas in order to walk the paths of domestic and foreign guests by staying in the hotel, the hotel's calm, quiet environment and leave good memories. Unlike other large holiday hotels, if you want to experience a different holiday in an unusual alternative environment, Lycia Ulupınar Hotel is the place you are looking for. 3- Kibala Hotel

A patio, a lot of bungalows in the house, a swarm of crickets, a wonderful ambiance that is not lacking in the hood, what more do you get. This is a mini oasis created by dear Bülent Bey! We have also been in our Small Hotels Site and book since 2007.The bungalows of Kibala Hotel consist of specially decorated houses, the smallest of which is 30 m2 away from each other.Breakfast with more than 10 jams made from fruit grown in the garden is a complete feast. Kibala has a wide and distinguished wine cellar; Turkish folk, ethnic, classical, jazz and blues music accompany the aged wines. In addition to cinema screenings from time to time, it is possible to do boat tours, walks on the Lycian roads and sightseeing with the offered bicycles.Suitable for children, Pet friendly. There is also a disabled house. 4- Rüya Villen Park In the Western Mediterranean, at the foot of Beydağlar, between Olympos and Chimera, the world's paradise, Çıralı, 200 meters from the sea, 200 meters from the sea, each of which consists of 8 independent wooden villas, each of the villas of Rüya Villen Park carries the names of the unique beauties of the Mediterranean and offers you the comfort and comfort of your home. It offers. The villas are 73 m2 and consist of living room, kitchen, 2 bedrooms, bathroom and terrace. 5- Villa Lukka

They have placed 13 bungalows on the slopes of Mount Olympos, amongst the green trees, among the portal trees and the colorful flowers that smell beautiful. We are very impressed when you visit here. When we look at the photos before we go, "I wonder if this is the truth, does it match the photos?" and then we said yes, that's the truth. Simply and in summary without exaggeration; luxury is here, elegance is here, comfort is here, pleasure, naturalness, freshness, flavor are all here. - no ads on these lines, exact information: - It is not possible for the guests of Small Hotels to dislike the hotel, which gives the right to this ecological category.Let's just start sorting the details right away, as you no longer have enough input in it.The decoration of the bungalows is very ambitious, all the details have come from the skillful hands of a good interior designer and Ayfer-Zeynep Karakuş brothers. No choice is ordinary, they are all carefully thought out combined with each other. Since the villas have high ceilings (we asked for the height of some of them by the way 6 meters:)) Even when your air conditioner is closed, there is not much of an overwhelming atmosphere. They also care about cleaning, rooms are cleaned regularly, everywhere is like a flower. The beds were very comfortable. Parking beds are also available for families with children. Each villa has its own veranda. Here you can enjoy the hammock accompanied by the sounds of birds, you can read your book. There are also special suites for honeymooners.They serve in bed and breakfast concept. The breakfasts are spreading, the varieties are plentiful and the products that come are fresh. You can also eat every meal at Karakuş Restaurant which is located on the seafront. They produce pita bread and bread themselves in stone ovens, hot, fresh, pufidik pufidik. Of course they can also make pita and lahmacun here.… In addition, always fresh fish, plenty of appetizers are available. The menu is rich with a variety of grilled meats and kebabs, international cuisine and different salads made with very fresh greens. There is also a bar with different quality wine and various drinks. They also recommend the tahini ice-cream dessert, fresh from the oven.The hotel is 200 m from the beach. so we can say 5 min. The road to the beach passes through a small pathway surrounded by lemon and orange trees. They have their own beach, sun loungers and straw umbrellas are all available. (By the way, the rooms also have towels for you to use on the beach, aren't they too thin?:)) Staff friendly, courteous and warm. If you are coming by plane, they can direct you to the transfer. Distance to Antalya Airport 90 km. Parking spaces are also available if you wish to come with your vehicle. 6- Turkuaz Köy Finike's agriculture, history and nature is in TurkuazKöy. Enjoy the peace and tranquility in the orange groves where the Geographic Marked Finike Orange grows and by the Limyros River. Wooden rooms have air conditioning, minibar, TV and all other details for your comfort. Famous for breakfast in the village of Finike, the restaurant serves regional cuisine as well as international cuisine, while watching the beautiful views of the village. There is also a natural pool that allows you to safely enter the fresh water called Gokcay, which is known as Fertile Limyros River.There are different spots to visit in and around Finike every season. The ancient city of Limyra is surrounded by gardens and Myra, Arykanda and Rhodiapolis are half an hour away. Gokbuk Canyon, Karaoz, Gelidonya Lighthouse, Adrasan and Suluada, Kekova and Kalekoy, Alacadag National Park, Elmali and so on. one hour away.Beyond offering a comfortable rest and tranquility holiday, TurkuazKöy shares all the natural beauties of Finike with you from orange to olive and from bays to history. However, they bring the citrus products harvested for 12 months to your door with special discounts and opportunities for the guests staying in the hotel. If you wish harvest, care, jam making and so on. activities. 7- Club Amazon Bördübet Club Amazon Bördübet has a wild, extraordinary air that is reminiscent of the Amazon forests. It is on the banks of the creek that connects the sea from the forest. You can reach the beach with a pleasant and unique experience by walking under the trees or rowing with canoes from the creek. The wood under the pine trees, the ardo Vardo ”gypsy carts, is far from the classic hotel concept. Specially designed accommodation units are covered with glass, so that you can fall asleep watching the stars. New accommodation units “Boutique Vans, with glass ceilings. Both the terraces overlooking the pool and the size make the “stone rooms” attractive for crowded families. Tours in the surrounding area, strolling in the bays with your canoe, swimming breaks, open-air cinema under the centuries-old pine trees in the forest, watching the sunset with drinks and music from the hill overlooking Seven Islands is quite enjoyable. "Glamping" the representative of the trends in the Turkey Club on Amazon, he longed for the taste of food. Apart from the usual holiday concept, it can be connected to Amazon in a few days without giving up the comfort you are looking for; You can wake up the lam glamper deki within you. 8- Olympos Village Hotel

How does it sound to stay in pine forests in log houses imported from Finland?From the terrace of the spacious, air-conditioned high ceilings and modern bungalows, where you will find comfort in your home, it is normal to watch the stunning views of the surrounding nature.Ecological village hotel; sports activities include sea kayaking, mountain biking, tours with ATV, walking on the ancient Lycian way. You can also attend yoga classes every morning and afternoon during your stay.The restaurant of the ecological village serves Turkish and Mediterranean cuisine prepared with fresh ingredients from the surrounding organic farming gardens. In the vitamin bar, they offer fresh fruit and vegetable juices for detox. 9- Golden Key Bördübet According to The Sunday Times, Golden Key Bordubet, which is shown among the 100 100 Most Popular Hotels in Europe 27, is located at a point where the creek and sea intersect in Bordubet, one of the unique bays of the Gulf of Gokova, 27 kilometers from Marmaris. Bördübet offers 16 Deluxe Rooms, 10 Family Rooms, 1 Romantic House, 1 Boathouse, 1 Garden House and 1 Corner House. Vegetables, fruits and local herbs collected from the organic garden provide your body with the care it deserves. Overlooking the 19 bays, Golden Key Bördübet is the summit of the island's Gökova 360, where you can enjoy a special drink selected from the hotel's cellar. The peace of being alone with you in this unique environment spreads your whole body and brings your soul to the pinnacle of serenity. 10- Perdue Hotel

A hidden place ... A sound that nature sings as freely as possible, echoing the soul of the listener ...With a fragrance that carries the beauty of Baba Mountains in the breeze, a taste in which ruby and shiraz are poured into the Mediterranean flavors ...It is a visual feast where green and blue, rocks and waves dance and those who are not from here are always missing.For this reason, Perdue is not a hotel, but a sound, a smell, a taste, a warm hug, apart from the idea of a classic boutique hotel. . When was the last time you stepped into the ground and took a deep breath, Or woke up in your comfy bed but in the middle of nature with the sounds of birds.When was the last time you got up in the morning, you washed your face in the sea, Or you cut the tomato for breakfast, So much of nature but comfort in the lap of blue and green so harmonious and natural?Or did you listen to your favorite voice in a Mediterranean song?Have you ever seen the sun disappear in such a vast, vast sea?Here is Perdue, a film set for you to re-create and create these moments, a fairy-tale world that invites you to be a director, actor and producer. Read the full article

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