Happiness Is

...Cool sweet almond granita for breakfast overlooking the sea.
...A snail's pace stroll with cigarette through the myriad of tiny little alleys.
...Stumbling upon the markets, with produce riping in the shade and sellers yelling, beautiful shiny fish of all kinds, figs the size of apples for 2E a kilo, capers smothered in salt.
...Swimming in the Meditteranean.
...The first kisses of the sun on my skin, turning it the colour of honey.
...A cold Peroni and plate of spaghetti ai gamberi et panna, the prawns fragrant and tasting of the sea, followed by a limoncello that goes down a dream, a Sicilian dream.
...An afternoon nap on a full tummy.