“Man, it’s hot.” Going Greek and beating the heat in the 2-yard chiton.

I live in Trimaris. It is summer. This post is a little punchy. I swear, when I lived here 15 years ago, it wasn't as hot. Granted, I was younger, I had grown up here, and I endured the summers because we were thrown out of the house over school break lest my parents go … Continue reading “Man, it’s hot.” Going Greek and beating the heat in the 2-yard chiton.