It's so yummy to be in a place surrounded by fruits and veggies that were grown just a few miles away from where I'm staying.
Everything here tastes crisp and fresh and sweet and delicious.
I've pretty much been musically useless so far- no translating going on, but I tote my score to the beach pretending that I'll look at it. Sometimes I flip through it. Sometimes I brush the sand off of it.
I still have plenty of time, of course, but reading light summer beach novels is so much more appealing that memorizing two Rossini Act finales.
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