Waking up is hard to do
Saturday, June 2, 2012 at 01:37AM We are in Nidri, on the island of Levkas for a night, just to get water, electric, provisions for the next few days. Nidri is a base for charters, which maybe explains why the town has never developed past a place the you might only want to spend a day or two. It is a long rambling strip of restaurants, day-tripper boats, and souvenier shops. The setting, though, is beautiful as the mountains wrap around a lagoon. That said, the harbor is crowded with boats of all kinds and the water is cloudy, but there are redeeming factors like good provisions and cheap mooring, but the best is that the hotels make their pools available to non-guests, all one has to do is pay for a snack or a drink from their café. A great idea!
It is June 2, in just 10 days we will be in Athens boarding a plane to go home. It is beyond strange to be going home. Part of the feeling of having just gotten started is that we are leaving at the beginning of high season here in Greece. It is the season that all the shops, restaurants, and vacationers of all sorts have been waiting for, and here we are, with the feeling that everyone around us is at the starting line, and instead of joining them we are wrapping up and going home.
I have had recurring dreams as long as I can remember, but they tend to vary with age and circumstance. One I keep having, that may sound like more fun than it is in the dream, is that I am saying carnal goodbyes to old boyfriends. At first, there is a feeling of familiarity (and shock!), but then as the emotions move on it is the same heartbreaking sadness of our final breakup. Our last days have a similar feeling. We wake up someplace beautiful and in my waking haze I realize where we are: comfortable and safe on our boat, on an island in the Med, on our amazing trip. Then in the next few moments I remember that it is now nearly over, the time to say goodbye is seeking us out, and this moment, too, will be among our most precious memories.
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Hi, just as you are about to leave the Ionian, we have just arrived for three months sailing in our Yacht Fizgig. You may or may not remember us. We first met at Messolongi, a few days after Code had returned to the USA. Then Steve helped you out at Navpaxos with your windlass I think. I have enjoyed reading your blog.Hope you and your family have a safe journey back to the USA.
Jill and Steve