My dad sent me a text asking if i could receive texts (a redundant question in texts) and how everything was going, casually slipping in that they had nice weather. My reply:
You dont know the meaning of nice weather. Locals very self assured, saw our host sunbathing naked within an hour of meeting her. She feeds us bread then kicks us out but the bars are good here.
I almost wish i could say i was exaggerating. But I have so many stories to tell for when i come home. But my time is running out on this computer so I have to go.
au reviorr xx
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