sarvisalo vol.ii

Felt stupidly privileged to be here in Sarvisalo. The lap of luxury. Fed bounteously, driven around, spoon-fed art and sauna-ed. The sun even shone and burned off the mysteriously beautiful mist that fell over the island both the evening that we arrived and in the morning when we awoke. The locals in the know thought that Madonnna might be there so there were a few unexpected guests - but they only got SB and me, half feral, basking in the sun and very, very happy.