"A good husband wipes her tears, but a great husband listens to the story of whys she's crying."
We landed right as the clock hit 5 interrupting the sunrise. Slicking through the land as the sun creeped up from around it, igniting color into the plane. I feel my eyes smile into the distance as a rising coziness builds up in the pit of my stomach. The color of yellow and warm orange and red crawl over it seems as if you can tip right over if you wander off too far.
The sun rays greeted the blue morning sky as if it's a flower opening its petals for the earth to see.Even when the world deals with grief and hardship the sky remains beautiful smiling in abyss.
The warm, air and bite of exciting trip fills my nostrils as we finally get out of the airport and follow the villa's driver to the parked car after retrieving our checked luggage. Thank god nothing got stolen.
"So how far is the place from here?" Yamir asks, sat on the front seat next to the driver while Gustav and I sat behind. Looking out the window I'm greeted with a series of colors and just culture all around. The moment you step out of an airport into a new country you can feel the whole atmosphere change compared to our previous one.
"Just ten minutes, and we'll arrive-" The man replied with his thick, Moroccan/french accent answered. "We already have 5 back at the house," His hairline was shaved back with his mustache beard which only circled around his mouth complimenting his large tummy which almost reached the cars steering wheel.
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