Madeira
I can feel the tender warmth of the sun on my back, from very far I hear the waves bashing against the rocky coast. My lips are still salty from swimming this morning. Lazily, without moving a bone, I open my eyes to discover, that I am not the only sluggish being around. Only a few centimetres away is a gecko – sunbathing. Motionless, like myself, it is lingering on …
