It has been a long few days- though I have forgotten as much as I remember. My first flight was delayed by 45 minutes and the second one by four hours. No explanation supplied.
Never mind. My recent experience of air travel is frequently fraught with delays or maybe it is just American Airlines. I don’t know. I go into a purgatory of expressionless waiting. The biggest problem is having enough reading material.
However when we hit Greece all our connections went smoothly except possibly for the ferry which had not updated its timetable but they offered to mind our luggage while we went to town for the intervening two hours. Figuring that there was a squad of tough coast guards armed and ready for an invasion of immigrant Turks with boats moored next to the ferry we decided the bags would be safe.
The ferry was swift, followed by a terrifying drive in our tiny rented Suzuki through the ever narrowing streets of the Port city of Kalymnos – I have forgotten its name but ah well – to our little bijou newly built apartment clinging to the side of a mountain with a plunge pool and big doors with other little apartments with pools and big doors clinging to the side of The mountain.
The driveway was so steep and our luggage of ropes and metal climbing thingies was so heavy ( it was not me – I was not heavy ) that the little overburdened red Suzuki squealed and shuddered all the way up the mountain.
Unlike the little red Suzuki I decided I was not venturing back down the wretched mountain for a few days – my nerves had come to the end of their tethers and were threatening to spit their knots.
So I took it upon myself to lounge about the pool while the thirty- somethings who I still refer to as The Children went back out in the little red Suzuki to buy supplies.
Today will be more of the same. We have more people coming today to join us clinging to the mountainside.
But I will not be driving- I continue to lounge with books.
The fun begins.