During winter, I’d move to the Caribbean. More specific, on a quiet beach from the Caribbean. I would escape under a gigantic umbrella, with a book and I’d forget about time, phone, and wireless. PS. Bianca, my project manager, is right. I wouldn’t last too long in a vegetative, continuous lazy state, but now, when I cross the congested Bucharest in order to travel to Maramures, I swear that a trip to the Caribbean would be the saving solution.
