It’s the season for my seasonal allergies to be at their worst. I know I’m allergic to leaf molds and, although living here on the Mediterranean Sea is not like living on the Long Island Sound in Connecticut (we’re not surrounded by forests), we still have a variety of deciduous trees, rotting leaves, and seasonal plants. Sometimes, my allergies get so bad that I think I’ve got a cold or a virus or the flu. I’ve spent most of the last two days in bed. Miserable. Whiney.
But just after sunset both days most of my symptoms have become tolerable and I’ve been ready to spread my wings.
Is it a coincidence that San Geraldo just hung some fresh garlic in the kitchen?
Views from a recent daytime walk on the beach. Before I went all vampire.
|I’LL MISS THE LIGHT.|
|SOME SHADY FISHERMEN.|
|NO FANS OF “TWILIGHT” HERE.|
|WAITING FOR THE VAMPIRE SQUIDS OF HELL
(YES, THEY REALLY EXIST… JUST NOT HERE).
To believe that the tide’s going to turn