I have done everything in such a rush over the last few days that I haven’t had time to realise that I am officially on holiday.
The heat broke out here, in the sense that it went from near-winter cold to oppressive heat without passing the start.
Right now I’m sipping a Spritz while I’m getting a pedicure, and I realised that tomorrow I’ll be flying back to Italy (Udine, dear Milanese friends it will be for another time).
I was saying, eleven days off, I almost can’t believe it. And for once, I’m not the one staying at home.
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