The only thing I can control is in which direction the corners of my mouth are pointed.
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The only thing I can control is in which direction the corners of my mouth are pointed.
I had traded in Barcelona's bright sun for an introductory night of mist in Malta.
Lately, my travels have involved less pre-research and more on-site decision making.
Ireland's lack of meteorological consistency is ameliorated by its friendly folk, quaint quirks, and ability to leave you guessing.