Lately I’ve been torn as to how I want to proceed with this here little blog. Should I re-focus on a theme, as it’s been cooking or travel, or else create more of a journal type blog where I just talk? I opt for the latter when reading so why not craft my own in the same fashion? Am I flattering myself by thinking that it matters? Je ne sais pas, we shall see what unfolds. It is my blog, after all!
I sit here in my corner cubicle raking my brain for anything and everything worth reporting. Most days I don’t write because I find day-to-day life so uneventful and unworthy of writing about. I’m challenging myself to see the opportunities for creativity or conversation in each day. For now, updates include trips, dreams, trivial attachment to electronics, and so on…all connected when it comes right down to it.
I sold my DSLR this week and while shipping it out I was struck with that annoying feeling of sentiment. A naughty thing sentiment is. Generally I feel like it’s silly to be sentimental about objects but for some reason this struck a chord. I got it right before my first trip abroad, trying desperately to learn the functions and too scared while traveling to hand it over to anyone to take my picture. As a result, in all pictures from that trip, save a few, you’ll see me with that camera around my neck. Even still, it was time to move on so out it went to a hopefully responsible user and here I go buying a compact camera that will suit my travel-photography purposes far better.
Wanderlust and visions of life abroad have been at the forefront of my mind lately. Perfect timing of course as our romantic getaway is weeks away. I’ve been spending hours pining over guidebooks, reviews and hotel websites to create a trip that satisfies all that we desire and have desired when we first thought Greece. I’ll tell you, it’s hard. Each trip I say to myself Self, you need not be concerned with all the particulars, this is an adventure. And each time, what do I do? Concern myself with particulars, of course. Even still, excuse me but this trip is going to be fucking amazing.
We’ll start out in Athens for 2 or 3 days, depending on if we feel we want to spend more time in Athens or take the early ferry to Santorini. We’re staying in the coolest little B&B/hostel in the Psyri area of Athens. You know, the type of place that makes you feel just that much cooler.
Once in Santorini I’ve arranged for a hotel in Oia (which I’m told is pronounced “ee-a” ) to grab us from the port and take us to their place in the middle of a vineyard a short walk from town. If reality is as close to perfection as the pictures taken by fellow travelers, we might never leave…all the white cube houses and blue domed buildings? Yes, that’s Oia. We’ll spend two nights there before taking the ferry to Naxos, the largest and supposedly most fertile island in the Cyclades and truthfully, the place I’m looking forward to most. We’ll stay at a small family run pension with eight rooms for three nights. One family member I’ve been emailing with assures me she has the perfect room for us, overlooking the town and castle and perfectly suitable for a quiet vacation. I can’t wait to meet her and her family… It’s my dream to have my own version of this one day. After a few days of beaches and dramatic mountain villages and what I see as the best birthday present I could ever imagine (‘my day’ is the week before) in the form of a sailing excursion, we’ll head back to Athens for one final night before returning stateside. Phew. Now that all of the accommodations and travel plans are set, I am really excited.
While we figure out our journey, to Greece and otherwise, I gush over my friend’s site who chronicles her own in the most unique, unplanned way possible. Gill is in Berlin at the moment and let me tell you, she rocks.
She first introduced me to the words of Sylvia Plath. I’ve picked up her unabridged journals again and let me tell you I’ve been glued to it, reading in a different way this time around. More exclamations of YES! more underlining and note jotting. A remarkable experience that I strongly urge you to try. But then, of course, that could just be the English teacher talking.