July 16, 2012. No comments.
So we squinted our eyes at the sun dappling it’s light on the rooftop pool against the blue sky and listened to the mingling voices of foreign tourists and pretended we were in Greece. When the bubbles came on; perhaps a jacuzzi on top of a hotel in Spain. In the steam room we closed our eyes and imagined we were lying on a beach somewhere - anywhere at all - swelteringly hot. We sat outside cafe’s, watched a man playing a fiddle whilst balancing on a tightrope, looked around the shops, and bought olives and pitta bread and something [read on]