A sweet life in Paradise.

I feel conspicuous when going for a walk in my town in Sardinia. Because I’m the only one in short sleeves. Everybody else has long sleeves, and sweaters, and coats. The mid-November  temperatures are nudging 70 degrees. But that’s considered chilly.  By the natives. Here I am. A transplant from Minnesota. And it seems like mid-summer.  Maybe by January or February I won’t feel the same way. But on past visits in January, I’ve waded into the Mediterranean Sea. Without hesitation. Many of the locals won’t do it. But hey, I have yet to experience a freezing temperature or snow. And that makes for a mild winter.  And a sweet life in Paradise. –Jim Broede