Quick! Where is my straw hat?

Tourist season is official upon us. I’ve drawn this conclusion for several reasons:

-Down on the beach, “you can’t swing a dead cat” without whacking into a sunbather. Before you even ask, the answer is yes…many of them are nude/topless, although that seems to be a bigger trend with the older generations. Seriously though, the beaches are already crowded. I went down there a few days ago and had trouble deciding where I could sit and enjoy a fair amount of personal space without a boob or a speedo in my peripheral vision. It ain't pretty.

-The gelato shops have pushed their products out of the stores and onto the sidewalks. This is no good…that salted carmel butter flavor was already a huge temptation before, and now that it’s out on the sidewalk, I actually have to squeeze around the cart at least twice daily. I finally decoded the French undergarment sizing system today. I think it’s in my best interest to not go on a gelato binge, or my calculations may need a bit of adjusting.

- There are tons of small groups of people on segways zooming all around the town squares. I want to be one of those people one day. I think riding a segway is going on my bucket list. Maybe I’ll become a magician, while I’m at it. 

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- I hear more English than French around here. Yesterday I walked by a large group of elderly people melting in the sun. Their tour guide that was waving an American flag and screaming “Are you guys ready to party?!?!” …I think they were ready for bed. Also, I don’t think she was pleased with the lack of enthusiasm in their responses.