And to the beach we went:
If you ever happen to go there - to Cornwall - the most beautiful beaches are in Sennen, and Porthcurno,
St.Ives is so picture-perfect it´s almost surreal - it looks like the spitting image of a cute, small fishermen´s village at the coast.
I like it, but I like my rough, wild, not-so-clean Penzance even more.
And I think I really fell in love with tiny St. Just.
On our last night, the people of St. Just celebrated their Lafrowda festival. It´s a small communiy festival, where local artists perform and offer workshops and show their art. I hadn´t known they celebrated it during our stay, but it was, for sure, a beautiful coincidence.
I talked to several people, and many of them weren´t actually born in that area, but moved there. There´s very little infrastructure, and they all say that it´s cold and dark and depressing during winter, but... but during summer, they all come out, and go crazy for the sun and the light and the summer.
I think I´d like to live there. One day. When I´m old. I really do.
However, time has come, and for now, I have to close the door.
We packed our backs, and I´ll show you where we went next... soon.
But before that, I give you a little taste of what Lafrowda sounds like: