I look out from my terrace and see them flying again. Every bloody day, mostly late after noon winds die off and we can play.
WE ?? No, I am still in repair mode with my broken collar bone. I fell off my Vespa Scooter almost two weeks ago now.
On evenings I trie to get ouy of the house, then it aint 30 degrees any more, temp that I normally adore.
I get out, ask Kath to be my taxidriver and see enjoy part of a fiesta. All villages saround us having their yearly summer fiestas.
Part of living this country.
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