October 13, 2017:
Where in perfect weather the elements themselves cooperate, giving us two solid weeks of sun and breeze and yes-this-is-the-Mediterranean.
Core contrast of experience. As a poverty-stricken student with a thin borrowed sleeping bag in the winter of December-January I was constantly cold. With nose running and throat throbbing and no buckage for pharmacies. Deep inside the universe of things-aren't-right we hitch-hiked and waited for trains and slept in courtyards behind stairs shivering and huddled. The huddling seldom helped.
So that day after day we erase past traumas.