On Saturday, Marc and I will be heading to Motril, in the South of Spain. After a five hour drive, we will arrive at my childhood Summerhouse, a haven called Rancho Chico surrounded only by avocado trees. We will spend two full weeks of much deserved farniente: reading, ocean/pool/and sun bathing; cocktailing, eating, wining, and playing chess.
Also, I will try to search the house and rescue old family photographs, diaries, and miscellanous items. Rancho Chico might be destroyed very soon by the damn highway. It just might be our last Summer there.
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