Fresca is an Italian word I heard in a swimming pool at a hotel on Lake Garda. A large man was bobbing in the chilly water and shouting "Fresca!" at what I presume were his wife and the next generation, all of whom looked very dubious at the idea of getting wet. Sunshine today raised the air temperature to about 80°, and the pool water to 72°. It was indeed fresca and I was hesitant to actually swim. But then it wasn't too bad once I got used to it. This may have been my last chance.
The wildlife were lively. I saw a dragonfly and a sulphur and a red spotted purple that all got away.
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