the Rain in Spain falls mainly..

Sometimes I dream of our trip to Florence when we will have fabulous tea and crumpets(sp?) and dress up for no reason (everyday is a reason) and chat for hours about the loveliness and dreams and being there. Even in the rain. These people obviously are non-commital. And probably not as pretty as us. 
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