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我們在海上，放下了錨，周圍環繞著其他六艘遊艇，懶洋洋地從身邊駛過，每艘遊艇都在尋找自己預計休憩的海灣，消磨著午後時光。

遠處的山坡上，有著古老的軟木、橄欖和桉樹林，在陽光下閃閃發光著。我們準備潛入海水前，先用腳尖碰了水，水里踮著腳尖。綠松石板玻璃打碎成千滴珠水珠，我們笑著，充滿著生氣。

前一天晚上的回憶，湧上心頭：日落時，在碼頭上啜飲著酒酒，享用意大利煙燻火腿。在人群中，每個男人、女人和孩子的臉上都洋溢著夏日撒丁島的的夏日光芒、氣息。

We dropped anchor while a half dozen other yachts languidly sailed past us, each seeking their own secluded bays to while away the afternoon hours.

On the distant hillside, ancient groves of cork, olive and eucalyptus trees shimmered in the sun. Lazily, we trailed our toes in the water before summoning up the courage to dive in. Breaking the turquoise sheet glass into a spray of a thousand water droplets, we laughed and felt alive.

Memories from the prior evening poured in: sipping aperol spritzes on the dock at sunset, feasting on plates of prosciutto, pecorino and culurgiones, strolling the piazza as the crowd hummed around us—every man, woman and child’s face awash with the glow of summer in Sardinia.