Villa Lucia, and jumping seems to be the order of the day (no, not at my command, why would anybody think that). We only had an Emperor-size paddling pool to play with, but my goodness did we play!
For wild immersion (rather than swimming), you need to see the photos of dripping chefs and drooling diners, to eavesdrop on the clatter and chatter of companionship (though judging by the empties, bread was not all we shared), and to tune your mind to the hum of time-travel: 35 years since many of us last saw each other at Atlantic College, yet we picked up seamlessly where we'd left off, the intervening years an optional scenic detour.
And for the benefit of those of us who felt they might have changed in looks, if not in spirit, we had the beautiful youths of the next generation to refract time's mirror and give us hope! This is an ode to them. (Harald, budge out of shot or you'll get another broken nose!)
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