In August.

I can't wait for it to be in August, so I can finally relax lying in the sun like a lizard. This is the scenario: Ime, deckchairs and a beach umbrella, surrounded by good books, the ubiquitous iPod and, I want to exaggerate, even fresh cool orange juice. I live a few hundred meters from the beach and, oddly enough, I never manage to be suntanned before August. Oh God, to be 100% honest, being suntanned is a big word for me, let's say that my skin passes through the whole range of colours, from pale pink, then tomato red tomato and finally something like to aubergine. Here with us it is really hot in August and you can not walk barefoot on the sand without getting burned, so you're forced to walk with your feet immersed in water, the what thing it which is also really nice, especially while you're munching on a slice of fresh coconut or watermelon.

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In August.

I can't wait to be in for it to be August, so I can finally relax lying in the sun like a lizard. This ("Here is the scenario" would sound more natural)  is the scenario: I Me, deckchairs, and a beach umbrella, surrounded by good books, the ubiquitous iPod and I want to exaggerate, even fresh cool orange juice. I live a few hundred meters from the beach and oddly enough, I never manage to be suntanned before August. Oh God, to be 100% honest, being tan is a big word for me, let's just say that my skin passes through the whole range of colours, from pale pink, then red tomato and finally something like to aubergine. Here with us is really hot in August and you can not walk barefoot on the sand without getting burned, so you're forced to walk with your feet immersed in water; the what that although it's also really nice, especially while you're munching on a slice of fresh coconut or watermelon.

In August.

I can't wait for it to be in August, so I can finally relax by lying (or: and lie) in the sun like a lizard. This is the scenario: I Me, deckchairs and beach umbrella, surrounded by good books, the ubiquitous iPod and, (I want to  am exaggerating), even fresh cool orange juice. I live a few hundred meters from the beach and, oddly enough, I never manage to be suntanned get a tan before August. Oh God, to be 100% honest, being  sun tanned is a big word for me - let's say that my skin passes through the whole range of colours, from pale pink, then to red tomato and finally to something like to aubergine. Here with us it is really hot in August and you cannot walk barefoot on the sand without your feet getting burned, so you're are forced to walk with your feet immersed in water, the what thing it whic is also really nice, especially while you're munching on a slice of fresh coconut or watermelon.