Mornings started with crazy church bells.
Breakfasts in the church square, gazing out onto the blue.
Days of softly echoed music, singing... wafting through the alleys.
Afternoons sunning like a seal o the rocks, languid amidst the locals.
Off the rocks into mild, fresh salty blue.
Aperol spritz, negroni... apertivi over the water.
Sailing among the sloops under imperia.
Mountain meals that never end.
Sun, seafood, and an insane Italian backdrop of beauty among good friends.
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