I've been itching to get back to the beach since that first balmy night after work. This weekend, armed with party invitation and stunning danish friends for company, nothing was going to stop us... Although hangovers from Friday very nearly ruined our Saturday... have I mentioned just how good this aperitivo thing is? Thing is, all that free food, however filling, doesn't actually stop the mojitos from working. It just slows them down a little. It was 2pm by the time I arrived at Astrids for lunch and later still by the time we set off (back to the station right near my house!) for beach party goodness.
It was worth every delay. Sun, sand, not ridiculous amounts of crowds. Astrid's brother Jonathan, visiting from Spain, had brought a bottle of Veuve, there was bat tennis and shuttle cock and body surfing and sand fights and it all felt very, very 50s. 
The summer of the mojito continued until well into the night before we caught the last train back to Rome, with Astrid and Jonathan trying to outdo one another in the 'big kids on monkey bars' stakes. Luckily, no-one got hurt.
The summer of the mojito continued until well into the night before we caught the last train back to Rome, with Astrid and Jonathan trying to outdo one another in the 'big kids on monkey bars' stakes. Luckily, no-one got hurt. I can't wait for Ants to get back from England so I can bring him down to this little piece of paradise.
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