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A post about summer, love, summer love, family, sun, nostalgia, sand,
Greece, Italy, the calm splashing of the waves while you gently doze off, the
Mediterranean sea, the sound of the boats as they enter in the port waking you
up on Saturday mornings, food, lots of food, piles of food, friends far away
and far far away, frozen coffee, the heat of the Athenian pavement under your
summer sandals, South, and even more South, Andalusia, the Peloponnese, Venice,
the immensity of the Aegean blue, summer nights, nephews and nieces, cousins,
aunts and uncles, passion, cocktails, bouzouki, gondolas, a bubbly refreshing
bottle of prosecco, olive trees in perfect alignment, bald mountains with
the deepest blue sky as their background, deep purple Bougainvillea
trees climbing on deep white walls, Mani, orange trees, orchards of
full-blown flowers, style as a life-style, cappuccino, the Alhambra, the
song of the cicadas under the blazing sun, people complaining that it's
cold at 15 degrees C, packed and buzzing tavernas and bars, palm trees,
cactuses, fontanas, frescos and ruins and museums and the heavy scent of the
passing of dozens of centuries, pasta al dente, music with lyrics that
open your mouth and your heart, watching the full moon seated on a
white plastic chair in a balcony somewhere and listening to the radio that
the neighbour has switched on, Poros, Messolongi, Patras, Agrinio,
Antequera, Málaga, 43 degrees, flamenco, Verona, Gibraltar, tinto de
verano, ice cream, lots of ice-cream, the burst of a laughter of a loud
family on a spacious veranda, fish, frozen beer, strolling on the quai, bending
down from the gunwale of a boat to feed the seagulls, peeling mandarins
and cutting watermelon after waking up from a sweet siesta, blue windows,
the Adriatic, the Ionian, the narrow streets of Seville, a jar of
home-made fresh sangria, a sailing boat away in the distance, Crete, evening walks
through the majestic piazzas of Rome, a spontaneous song that becomes
contagious, pictures of naked feet with coloured nails somewhere on a
beach, summer concerts, open-air cinemas with the smell of jasmine
surrounding you, late-night talks with dear friends, blue everywhere, so much blue that
it's making you dizzy, and the sun, and the light, and the sea and dear
friends and family.
A post about everything, anything or something that all of us in some
Northern or far away land have missed, are missing or will be missing.
