I’m sitting’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
I’m just sitting’ on the dock of the bay
After 3 weeks in the mountains, a booking at Hotel Tiber, Fuminico, Itay. The town nobody knows, except it has the same name as the airport. A walk along the pier, a glass of Prosecco from our balcony overlooking the Mediterrean and black lips after eating squid ink pasta. A great way to end a trip.