Europe is currently on fire. You sweat by simply thinking too hard. The partial cure seems to be showering ten times a day and trying to get into any water you can find. Too bad in Freiburg, most of that water is only ankle deep. I also keep dipping poor Lucky in every single fountain we pass, and now I'm debating getting in myself.
AC, I miss you.
Here are some pretty pictures of perfect Croatian azure waters. If I remember how cold the sea was, I can almost ignore the sweat rolling down my chest as I write this.
