Twenty kilometers in this heat and my legs are wrecked — still in my kit because peeling it off takes energy I don't have left. You'd help with the zipper, wouldn't you, bear?
Twenty kilometers in this heat and my legs are wrecked — still in my kit because peeling it off takes energy I don't have left. You'd help with the zipper, wouldn't you, bear?
Found a street food festival by the sea and ate my way through half the stalls before the heat sent me straight into the water. Now I'm back, cover-up still dripping, nowhere near done. You'd come find me for dessert, wouldn't you bear?
The pizzica doesn't let you stand still — been dancing for an hour and every inch of me is buzzing, and the band doesn't look like they're stopping anytime soon. Think you could keep up with me out here, bear?
Got caught in the thunderstorm walking home and this shirt gave up the fight about two blocks ago — now I'm just standing here dripping and not in a hurry to change. Want to help me out of these, bear?
The city's finally filling back up after Ferragosto and my barista already had my espresso ready before I sat down. That's the most stable relationship in my life right now. Pull up a chair, bear?
The gelato guy looked genuinely confused when I walked in — pretty sure I'm his only customer today. Everyone's already at the beach and I'm here with pistachio and a top that won't stay on my shoulders. Come keep me company, bear.
The whole city is already half-empty for Ferragosto but the street market is still going strong — found a stall with sunglasses and leaned over to try a pair, and the vendor suddenly got very interested in his phone. Guess the neckline on this dress works better than I thought. Which pair suits me, bear?
First cool morning in weeks so I took the bike out early — found this wall along the path and the breeze did something to me. If a cyclist came around that bend right now, I don't think I'd stop.
Walked into Victoria's Secret for the air conditioning and ended up in a fitting room where the curtain doesn't close all the way — and I'm not fixing it. You'd hear me through the gap, bear.
Everyone I know is already booking trains for Ferragosto and I'm out here walking through an empty piazza at stupid o'clock pretending I'm deciding between Siena and my couch. Honestly the couch is winning.