A gateway in time, my time holiday time, a gateway to sun history high life and wine.
Walking the streets the narrow streets, so much of life has happened there, love lost joys and fear. Murders their victims found fugitives run to ground.
The views are so amazing so different from home such colours and warmth flowers all beautiful grown.
And now my holiday is over there just is no more time for country drives, sunshine and local wine. So though I may not want to I must leave and be on my way. Yet in my heart I carry the hope to return here one day.
