Dreaming of summer

Once upon a time in Italy.

Funny I'm missing the sea side, me, the girl who grew up by a river. I could take teletransport through time and space to that lovely day spent along the coast.

My memorycards ran out of space that day. We had an amazing apero and virgin strawberry mojitos. We had a windy boat ride, swim in the softly floating sea and a sunbathing session. I must have had a good book, too. I also had a big smile on the backseat of the car once we were driving back to Genova again. Italian summer. Not too bad at all.

Where are you, summer holiday?