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Last summer was the last summer that we figured we’d have a ‘real’ summer vacation, the low-drag traveling and randomness and romance, for quite a while. The last summer before Adam. We went to Lesbos and ate octopus and eggplants and swam and slept and enjoyed the sun. Magda’s favorite food was gooey figs eaten off people’s trees while I acted as lookout. We went across to Turkey, ate a kebab, and came back.