Letters To Whoever Comes Next
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How we drove into it — A campervan, a coastline, and a sharp turn (part 9)
Žnjan to the Riva, No Costume Change We left Žnjan with salt still drying on our shoulders and pebbles still hiding in the soles of our water shoes, and the Vespa carried us back along the Žnjanski plato, that coastal strip where the sea stays in your peripheral vision like a stubborn companion. On our
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How we drove into it — A campervan, a coastline, and a sharp turn part 8)
Heat, Tennis, and Old Hunger We woke up a few hours later because the heat had decided we’d had enough sleep. Outside it was already hot, but inside the campervan it was worse—an oven with wheels, stubbornly retaining yesterday’s warmth as if it were sentimental about it. We had turned on every fan we owned,
