In Paradise, everything is good.

Caught in the rain. With only a flimsy umbrella. And really too small for the two of us. My Italian true love. And me.  Fortunately, I’m an Italian gentleman. And a macho man. A nice blend.  So I don’t mind getting wet.  Soaked. As long as my true love stays reasonably dry. I liked the challenge. Being caught in a downpour. Inadequately prepared.  I suggested finding cover. And waiting it out. But in Sardinia, one never knows how long to wait. The weather is variable and erratic.  Dark, foreboding storm clouds one minute. And five minutes later blue sky and sunshine. And five minutes after that, more rain.  I like it. I like it. I like it.  Because it’s a unique quality of life in Paradise. No freezing temperatures. No snow. Even in wintertime. One can’t have everything. And in Sardinia/Paradise,  we have more good than bad. In fact, maybe there’s no bad.  Everything is good. Or so it seems.  –Jim Broede