and yesterday as i was sitting in the streets of vail i felt this similar feeling- like when i would leave there i would leave a little piece of me too and go back into the real world feeling a little more lost. like Vail gave me that comfort of home and the Coromadel- a place that i am missing so much- and then i left it behind again.
a few weeks ago i found this picture on another blog and saved it feeling like i could relate to this feeling in terms of leaving New Zealand and have been waiting to share it with you, and maybe on a smaller scale Vail presents this feeling too.....

Perfect detail from light switches and door handles to patterned guttering, pathed streets laced with quaint street lights, wild flowers, heavy wooden and stone pedestrian bridges over the stoney creek that runs parallel with the town, and over flowing flower boxes. the atmosphere where you dont know if you are walking in the middle of the road or not- but it doesn't matter either way. where locals greet all down the streets, have secret spots and a surreal understanding to the paradise they live in- something that maybe tourist understand but never have the guts to live it. this is Vail.
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