I’ve been home from my trip for a few days, long enough for the act of tossing toilet paper into the bowl, instead of the bin, to begin feeling normal again. While I’m still mentally on a beach with a spritz within arm’s reach, I’m feeling pretty fortunate to have enjoyed a vacation that went … Continue reading Tips for going Greek
My last full day in Nafplio was a difficult one. The well being of the tiny kitten I felt compelled to care for weighed heavily on me. There were tears and I felt mentally and emotionally occupied much of the day. My appetite disappeared and the indulgent last meal I had imagined with anticipation lost … Continue reading Mantra for a kitten. And me.
I’d heard it mewling, maybe since the first day I arrived. I assumed the kitten was being unattended periodically as its mother perhaps searched for food in this country where stray cats and dogs often fend for themselves. By the third day however, the sound the kitten was making took on proportions, for me, on … Continue reading The white kitten
I arrived in Nafplio Friday afternoon on a bus from Athens. My arrival was not without complication. I had missed the stop where I was supposed to disembark and now was without accurate directions, or Wi-Fi, in a place where I had never been before. A woman to whom I had been talking with prior to our … Continue reading Well aged. In Greece
The trip I’m currently in the midst of was planned numerous times during the past 3 years. The original plan for 2020 was for two weeks in Spain with my youngest son, followed by two weeks in Greece on my own. As you might imagine, there was no trip in 2020. I optimistically planned the … Continue reading Traveling solo. Again.
After nearly a week in Greece (already!), I still find myself purring like an island cat at nearly every sight my eyes land upon. The water with its shades of blue, the mostly cloudless sky, the bourgainvillea in deep shades of purple and pink…it’s simply beautiful. Here, on Paros, the pedestrian streets are mopped each … Continue reading It’s all too beautiful
I woke up July 4th on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. My legs were stiff from being folded up together for 6 or 7 hours and my eyes were dry from sleeping with my contact lens in. Despite these discomforts, I was thrilled to not be in the United States to celebrate Independence … Continue reading Tears for the red, white and blue