What countries do you want to visit?
I want to go somewhere the sun never clocks off.
Where the sea is a mirror for the sky, glass-flat, endless, and so blue it borders on smug.
The sand is soft and golden, warm like a just-used towel, and so fine it squeaks under your heels. There are no crowds, no footprints. Just you, the horizon, and the gentle hush of saltwater kissing the shore.
Coconut palms lean in like old friends swapping secrets. Wild oranges swell on the trees, their scent thick and sweet in the breeze, like nature’s own perfume, sharp and sunlit. The air is warm, but never stifling, it moves slow, like it’s savouring its own stillness.
No voices. No rush. Just the distant cry of a bird and the occasional rustle of leaves shifting in agreement.
There’s shade when you want it, sun when you don’t, and time moves like honey, slow, golden, and unapologetic.
This place doesn’t live on a map. It’s stitched together from longing and escape.
No tours. No phone signal. No one asking what’s for dinner.
Just a worn deckchair, a half-read book, and the soft clink of melting ice as the sky burns itself into evening.
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