In Mellow Meolo
June 28th 2006 Meolo was flat and hot. The incessant steam clung to everything with sticky fingers-as even the cotton bed sheets were hot and humid. The kids at camp were obedient angels. Ivan and Laurela took great are of me in their home: we ate fresh from the Nonna’s garden and would end the night with country bike rides; 4 story abandoned brick villas littered the flat expanse of soy and corn fields. T
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