See this above? This was our daily breakfast. Most people go to the kitchen and grab food first thing in the morning. We grabbed our floaties and jumped into the Adriatic. This was our cure for our hangover. This was our motivation to roll our zombie-like butts out of our cabins. This was how we recollected the prior night’s shenanigans, collectively using our broken memories to put the hilarious, drunken, maybe shameful but throughly entertaining, pieces back together.
Memories from another life 