Just as I predicted, only a few weeks after everyone and their mother was complaining about the cold wet weather, summer arrived with a vengeance.
It’s outrageously hot in Rome thanks to winds blowing in from Africa. It’s no joke people, and it’s only mid-June. Oh Dio.
Last weekend I finally made it to Sicily. I went to the tiny island of Salina. The island is gorgeous and the weather was perfect.
I spent at lot of time here:
This weekend instead of looking out at Stromboli and Panarea poolside, I will be sticking my head in the freezer and thinking cool thoughts.
Buon weekend!
Le sigh. I don’t know how you managed to leave. I would stay forever. SO PRETTY
It was difficult. Trust.