I promised a pause.
Then felt bereft at the thought of not posting today.
I haven’t written a word all week. Dark clouds descended for a while, but thankfully they’ve lifted already. With so little activity a depression was to be expected.
Next week Greek restrictions will lift a little – no forms will be necessary for stepping out, a few small shops will open, and best of all, we’ll be allowed to swim. Travel will be restricted to within our region of domicile.
We expect to be on the site at least another month, and on Crete perhaps for another two.
The heat drove me to illegal dips twice last week, it’ll be twice a day next week.
In other news…
Two cats were taken for the snip, and were playing as usual the very next day. Two more, maybe three, will make that journey of change in the days to come.
They all (the cats) decided that drinking from the awkward watering can was so much better than the easy access washing up bowl of water Minty fills for them daily.
Our German friends prepared goat for campsite family dinner. We won’t be rushing to the next serving. It was all a bit too real for minimal meat eaters like us.
The 30m waterfall wasn’t in particularly high flow, but was a pleasing sight at the end of a tough walk through the scrub.
Protomagia is another big holiday here, but the first of May will be celebrated at a later date. Nonetheless the site owners brought us eggs from their chickens and olive oil from their trees. People make garlands and wreaths and even the hard kids on their motorbikes drape a wreath over the headlight.
And Boris bounced back full of bluster, but without answers. It’s interesting that different countries have done very different things, yet few truly stand out as having found the ideal response to the virus.
The Coronacoaster continues with national moods and markets heaving sighs of relief before plunging to new depths of despair. We’ll be back with a full report next week, and we’ll send your weekly dose of sunshine.
In the meantime, stay safe.
Much love from The Wanderers.