Calabria, on the very south of Italy, praised for it's unique cuisine and pristine beaches.

An expedition is what you call it, but it's time to be honest with yourself. This is the fifth spontaneous trip in less than two months, the eighth country. Soon, the money will run out, and you'll have to face life once more. Staying in one place frightens you, but what are you searching for?. Love? Escape? God?.

The sea breeze blows against your face, whistling by your ears and creating a pleasant sensation, this is the closest to peace that you'll ever have. The sight you behold is transcendental indeed, the sun slowly retiring into slumber, casting a warm hue over the clean water, it's a blend of colours and tints, like a painting. Boats big and small bob upon the sea's surface, a few children are out, flying kites down below.

"Pretty isn't it?" A soft voice comments. You whip your head around, and there she is. A young woman standing on the boardwalk, her honey coloured eyes flickering over a canvas resting on a small easel, paintbrush between her fingers. Smooth brown skin, curly black hair that seems to stop at her nape, unceremoniously flying around, a floral sundress that falls just above her knees, and a smile that would make anyone feel a bit bashful. In your head, this must be what angels look like.

It takes a moment to find your voice "Gorgeous, are you painting it?" you inquire. She nods "I am, I've been at it for a while now" her accent is foreign, Caribbean you reckon. With a few quick steps she approaches, barefoot on the warm wood beneath. "It's not very accurate though, freestyling is my thing". The woman extends a hand covered in paint, dried, you hope. "My name is Esther, I hope you don't mind me asking yours?".