This is my dream

I truly dream of this moment, every day of every year, the moment when I am at the beach and I am warm and when I go home I am still warm. We all slept late today, then we had a late breakfast, we had a late wander and coffee, a late lunch, I think it was late, but how would I know, my watch was removed so time means nothing.

But I got to the sea and swam out beyond the place where I could feel the ground with my feet.

Mozzarella, pane con olio, pomodoro, formaggio,

what more can I say except I expect to be spending as much my time for the next two weeks right here, for I am living the dream.

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