Rio! The music, the dancing, the sun, the Portuguese. The skin. I would wear a white suit and dance the samba all night, drink strong coffee on the terrace in the morning, and spend my days with the girls from Ipanema.
I'm off to the Lake District via London. Somewhere with moors and fog and more clouds than sunlight, somewhere I could be a hermit and brood and write depressing poetry.
Or else Spain, somewhere with a lot of color and history and foods that combine black beans and corn and cheese.
But I'd be equally happy to just be back in bed...
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Rio! The music, the dancing, the sun, the Portuguese. The skin. I would wear a white suit and dance the samba all night, drink strong coffee on the terrace in the morning, and spend my days with the girls from Ipanema.
Nice!
Send me a postcard; I'm back in Greece where people know how to relax in the sun and how to argue and how to play backgammon.
I'm off to the Lake District via London. Somewhere with moors and fog and more clouds than sunlight, somewhere I could be a hermit and brood and write depressing poetry.
Or else Spain, somewhere with a lot of color and history and foods that combine black beans and corn and cheese.
But I'd be equally happy to just be back in bed...
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