My dad’s typical welcome home: a flower made of an orange peel.
Girls in Amman it’s over, thank you and goodbye.

I teached them “alla romana” way of paying :D they had some problems with counting anyway

In a restaurant in Aqaba, suddendly a camel crosses the street

Irene waiting for food in a shitty restaurant

Lost in Siria

Tram number seven, to heaven

Me and Giulia super high in Wadi Rum desert. We arrived there at night in the back of a truck and it was reeaaally fun. Then we left and started to walk towards NOWHERE. We found a rock and started smocking, tryed to picture the moment. Some of us saw fireflies in the sand

Mo at my favourite fake irish pub in town, Amigo. I like when he’s serious

What I see every morning