I’m now sitting in the bar of the camping with an artisanal IPA beer. The camping is, I think, run by nuns. And I’m probably sitting with four nuns who are playing cards and passively watching Italy’s version of “Who Wants to be a Millionaire?”. The campsite has an amazing view and is very peaceful and the weather is fine. I’m wearing my thermal “leggings” as I decided to attempt to wash my casual trousers which are less clean than they could be after 18 days of evening worn.
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