Shuka Shuka
Dear Astrid,
It is a dreary wet spring afternoon here. The sky is dark and rumbling with thunder; and it’s pouring, sideways sheets of cold rain.
Ah what I wouldn’t give for a shaker twice-loaded with a martini! Instead, we are bundled in thick sweaters, slippers on, sipping hot tea while futilely wishing warm Mediterranean thoughts…
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The sun baking brick and sidewalks, geraniums lolling lazily in clay pots, summer dresses that willow when we walk; light totes, sunglasses, sandals, and dashing under a shady awning for spritzers… And a mezzo of everything, please!
If I keep at these dreams, they’re sure to come true one way or another.
Missing you!
xo, c.