~*get*way

Some months back, as I murder myself in broad daylight, he knocked me out of my stupor and very kindly arranged for a getaway. I know running away will never solve anything entirely, but I do seek some little refuge in being away.

It really clears your mind. And so we indulged in food and just merely being with each other.

This time, we seeked out for the quaint zinc-roofed seafood restaurant by the sea and managed to find it tucked quietly away from the main road.

As with most times, the adventurer in him is looking out for new finds and we ended up in a very pretty little hotel with oversized lamps, beautiful bed…it was such an interesting décor I was impressed. The little getaway did us well, even if it meant mending a leaking nose and a scratchy throat along the way.