Today was one for the record books. A hot scirocco wind from the African continent lapped at the coastline like a devilish tongue. Even being on a boat offered no respite. At one point, it felt like an army of tiny hairdryers were pointing directly at us, and it was even hard to breathe.
Everyone who could, sought solace in the cool waters of the Mediterranean.
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Hey! You're here! Or have you gone already? I'm still curious as to how that wedding with the tangerine (?) dress went last year!
Call me if you're still around. xxxx
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