Where I grew up, there weren’t any church bells that I could hear from my house, but there was one in the center of town near the municipal recreation center, where I spent many hours of my youth. As a kid, I became quite fond of that Big Ben tune that preceded the hourly chimes.
Say hello to my spicy little lunchtime friend! #nofilter #picante
Cutest Little Brother Ever (at Higuera De La Serena, Extremadura, Spain)
There is something very primally satisfying about eating fruit off the vine. (at Zahinos, España…)
Little Street Urchin
Has a photo ever more perfectly summed up the younger generation’s addiction to technology