My tenth trip to this magical place came and went as always in a flash. I do remember swimming in the pool and lying back on the water and looking up at the trees and flowers and having a pinch-me-I'm-dreaming moment.
Trouble is, I come home and feel instantly discontented. The house is too small, work is too sporadic, weather is foul - it's chilly and raining, people don't smile, the food is rubbish, I'm too fat....then two days later I'm back to normal. Until the next time, which is July or August.
Thankfully one day in about three years I shall go and not come back. Then I will feel like I'm dreaming.
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