Walking towards the cobalt blue sea calling my name. The arches guided me, smooth, white and inviting. Yes I could have stayed if I let myself.
All the doorways decorated for my arrival, welcoming and smiling back at me and pots decorated as if everyday here is to be celebrated.
Only to be admired from afar.
Pretty windmill perched on the volcanic ash cliff top with the majestic view of the Caldera. I just sat in wonder and silence to enjoy the peace I felt.