2013-06-26: Day 2
It is already stupidly warm at 8am when I hit the balcony with some vague imitation of coffee.
Full sunlight this early is the day is not ideal but c'est la vie.
An hour or so by the pool does for me and I leave the guys there to head in to town. Found a table at a cafe looking out to a square featuring a trumpet player and a man painted silver with a box around him pretending to be shorter than he was. At's moment like this I feel pretty grateful for my life and that it doesn't tend to involve body paint. Even if a seagull did shit on me at the pool earlier.
···
