I am learning to like beaches with rows and rows of orange umbrellas against a cobalt blue sky... lying on a deckchair with its own umbrella under a bigger umbrella... floating in water so salty it is incredibly easy to stay on the surface...
Drat! I really didn't want to come back home!
Yes, Zacchi, I know you were waiting for me, I wouldn't have left you any longer, really I wouldn't.
The mozarella is more like salami now, might be a tad sunburnt I think.
(Photo: Friend flying my kite at Terracina, 2007)
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