March the 10th was the day I arrived. It was a Friday. A pale, sunny day with a chill in the air. A washed-out landscape of pastel colours. Funny, the things you remember.
It hadn’t been a sought-after destination when I started or even aspired to; it just evolved that way—shaped by events.
I took the drink from the waiter, thanked him with a big smile and then relaxed back on the sun lounger. I slurped on the straw; it was cold and tangy. I could feel it in my chest as it went down. I closed my eyes from the sun’s glare reflecting off the bright, blue sea and smiled contentedly.
Where was I? Oh, yes. March the 10th.
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