I’m heading back to the same area – Malaga, Puerto Banus, the Costa del Sol – to spend time with friends from London and do as little as possible. Swimming, reading, shopping, and being offline are top of the agenda.
But first I’m stopping in London for a night. I’m sad to think about what’s happening there, and hope against hope that it’s much less dramatic than it seems from afar. (Friends in the suburbs have offered me their homes if the city is too scary, but that seems a bit unnecessary at this point. I hope I’m right.)