Silvya. 24. Indonesia.


The moment I got off of the train in Spain, I could smell orange blossoms. I didn’t realize what it was right away. How did an entire city smell this good? It was only when I started my walk to the Plaza de España that I looked up and realized that the oranges, bright against the vivid blue sky, and their white and yellow blossoms, were sending their fragrance down each street. It was one of the most memorable things in Spain: the orange blossoms on the wind.
(Source: whilereadingandwalking, via caelestiaal)
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