June 18, 2009
Life is easier in this climate, I enjoy the bodily freedom. We go to the river, I think it's genuine, I think she really doesn't mind my company, or maybe even enjoys it, maybe I shouldn't have taken the bra off, she's a teacher after all. I escort the girls across the cold, blue water, the current is so strong we all struggle to stay upright, fascinating to watch their bodies, to see them becoming women. My sandals stay wet for a while. After dinner I sit down directly on the warm stones of the piazza and pet a cat.