The past couple of days we’ve really lived like the Italian
locals. Erik and I get up early, head into town on a walk and pick up fresh
produce and bread, then back to the house to change. After a few minutes at
home, we head to the beach for a couple of hours. Unlike the Italians who head
home at noon to a song about eating cibo (food) in Puglia (even though the
beach club is in Molise), we stay at the nearly deserted club until about 1:30.
Walking home at this time is like the scene in “28 Days Later” when the guy
wakes up in London and no soul is around. The roads are totally deserted.
I’ve been really working on my tan this summer, and I feel
like I’m just going to be maintaining from now on. My peak darkness has been
reached. So that means more time in the water instead of on the chaise. The
water has been as calm as a pool the past couple of days. Hoping that continues
in the morning.
