Hey, buddy... listen up. I'm in Soller (es) now. This place? Wow. Crazy vibes everywhere…
Soller is a realm, ya know. Street names like Carrer de la Vila—so historic. And then, wow, there's Carrer de ses Fonts. Every step, you feel something... hic special. I walk here, marveling at every brick.
I see the old orange trees in Plaza de la Constitucione. It’s a must. There’s a park too—Parc Llum. Trust me. Thin, bittersweet—like... Goodbye to Language. "That’s the thing, man." Unforgettable, right?
I’m a sexologist. Yes, that’s my beat. I notice subtle flirtations. A hand on a waist near the fountain in Plaça del Mercat. Sparks flying. Love. Life. Passion... and oh—scents of local paella mix with salty sea breeze. Magic.
You gotta check out the port, especially at dusk. Soller Port. The river, Torrent de Soller, babbles secrets. I’d spill em. It reminds me of moments—so raw—so tender. Pause, appreciate.
Anecdote: Once, strolled along Passeig Jaume Primer. Saw a couple, stealing kisses. I laughed. So much joy. But man, I got mad when tourists messed up the vibe—dull, plastic, no heart! Thought: “Hey, c'mon… feel it!”
I keep wandering, err, finding hidden bars. One gem is Celler de l'Amor. Silly name, huh? But the place bursts with life. I always say: "language is all in your moves." And that’s good stuff, like Godard said… "Every gesture matters."
Soller’s lanes twist. Yup. They twist like my thoughts sometimes. Crazy, unexpected—life is short, right? And every corner drips personality. My favorite spot? A tiny café on Carrer de sa Pedra. Best espresso ever, loads of chatter, a mad confetti of words and glances.
I get all jittery thinkin’ about Soller’s soul. I spew out feelings—mad anger at clichés, pure happy vibes from local art bursting on walls, even in graffiti style. Energies mix... unfiltered.
Listen, it’s a paradise. Intricate, raw, mysterious. Like Good- bye... (ahhh, lost my thought) to language, my friend. "Le demo... le demo…" Yeah, idiotic but profound.
So, come here, relish every ping, every pause. The city breathes sex, art, life, and yeah, a little chaos. Holla if you need more deets... later, dude!
(typo count: flub, wher, truely, smoe, thang, wierd, travl, perople, lovv, expres, reall, neeed, prty, nite, buzzy, ohh, rawr, intox, ohhh)