cantinflas lives!
hello people
i was going to work out (walk around the lake) but I decided to bloggercize instead
put up a few pictures and hit enter before i could write the complete caption
hate when that happens
the petrol station and i have a long history
in every country i admire the architecture of petrol stations
though most may seem alike
as c mentioned
that picture could be in the midwest
though its in japan
when i was 19 and backpacked through mexico
i remember the huge iguanas laying about torpidly on top of those whitewashed jungle covered petrol station retainer walls
when i wass 21 backpacking through europe, i sold my wetsuit to javier at the petrol station outside of barcelona for some petrol and hash
oh the memory of petrol stations
and that sweet smell of gasoline that takes me away in a proustian daydream!
i was going to work out (walk around the lake) but I decided to bloggercize instead
put up a few pictures and hit enter before i could write the complete caption
hate when that happens
the petrol station and i have a long history
in every country i admire the architecture of petrol stations
though most may seem alike
as c mentioned
that picture could be in the midwest
though its in japan
when i was 19 and backpacked through mexico
i remember the huge iguanas laying about torpidly on top of those whitewashed jungle covered petrol station retainer walls
when i wass 21 backpacking through europe, i sold my wetsuit to javier at the petrol station outside of barcelona for some petrol and hash
oh the memory of petrol stations
and that sweet smell of gasoline that takes me away in a proustian daydream!
posted by Bertissimo at 5:07 AM
1 Comments:
Nice! The peak of petrol station aesthetic for me would have to be a stop with a dilapidated wall, some iguanas and wetsuits hanging from it and some faded paint dangling! Maybe the smell of the neighbor drinking beer, yelling happily and strumming some strings also..
Awesome to see tu casa! Cheers!
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