We rent a little car that we nickname "the yogurt pot". We go to visit different villages
in the north of the island. We have a coffee in front of soller's port. I am so happy to see
again fleecy clouds. I'm thinking about Dalat, the little town on the mountain in Viet Nam,
with its big chubby white, grey and blue clouds. The more I go and the more my memories
superimpose like layers.