I absolutely loved this post, I felt so identified with it. The house I grew up in doesn't exist anymore either; in its place, another one was built, made of blocks and concrete.Its gardens no longer have gardenias, or jasmines, or roses. The smell of the flowers and the wood with its guano roofs appear in my dreams from time to time, and I love the feeling it leaves me with when I wake up, as if it were real... it's a little confusing but nice...yes, without a doubt, that is nostalgia.

Thank you for this and for always giving us such exceptional photos. Greetings to all.