Of Sea, Sand and SunScreen

T'is but summer. It's forty degrees Celsius outside, my attention span rivals that of a fish and I can do little more than float about the blue sea all day and moan about the limited ice cream selection in general.
I am now very set on working on my tan, which is on hell of a bitch. I have to use different sun cream on different parts of my body if I don't want to end up looking like a patchwork quilt.
It's so hot I can't even read ad I can feel my geekiness morphing into blondiety under the sun's unforgiving glare.
In my defense, this is where I find myself right now, I shit you not;



Maltesia. Hah. The only thing I can bother to think about is my next escape to Florence and Rome. Before I head somewhere else. Whatever. The world is my home and all that.
It's too hot to write anything else.
Off to swim.

You are now dismissed.