One more week, and then off we go to kick off the new working year

Rethymnon is water, it is sun, it is Italy and Venice in Greece.

Rethymnon is water, it is sun, it is Italy and Venice in Greece.

It is but a week until we board a plane to go to Rethymno in Crete, and I really look forward to it. I’ve been there before, with mum and dad, and what I remember is an awfully long beach between the hotel and the town centre.

Rethymno is a Venetian town, built as an outpost during the middle ages. It is entirely dominated by an old Venetian fort, and the architecture in the town centre is more Italian than Greek.

In one of those old houses, there’s a restaurant where lemon trees grow, and when mum and dad and I were there, they served a fantastic Kleftiko. I have decided to take Mark there, if it still exists. It also served fantastic Saganaki.

But, it’s still more than a week before we go. We leave on the eleventh, and come back on the 18th. Then, it’s just the weekend left of this summer, and on the following Monday I begin my year-long commute back and forth between London and this town.

I have to say I suffer a little bit of trepidation about that. Half my days rage with nightmare scenarios where I ruin the venerable old journal, and make a total fool of myself. The other half flows with daydreams about me dazzling them with my sheer brilliance, and they offer me the world and all that’s in it on the third day. Cough. Let’s not get carried away, right?

Mark has finally finished his brick-laying for this summer, and I have actually seen him a little bit these last couple of days. He’s caught up with that bit of his social circle I’m not included in. Old friends and enemies to reacquaint himself with after working like a bee all summer.

I still have two days of selling T-shirts and trousers until my stint in the waged proletariat is over for this season. Next week should be quieter, and although I always say this, it seems, maybe my blogging will be done more diligently. Or we go wild here to savour our last fully free week.

I was lost, and then I was saved

I was lost, and then I was saved, and then I got free tea and biscuits served in an ancient China jug, and the most delicate cups I’ve ever seen. If I held them up to the light, I could almost see through them.

Okay, to backup to explain what’s going on here… I went to another town to find some gear for my computer today. I’ve bought a new graphics card, and decided that before installing it, I needed a new power supply unit. My old one is, likely, not enough. For the longest time, friends have told me of this great little shop that has everything by way of electronics for a very reasonable price. The town is easy to go to from here, so…

I stepped on the bus, went to the town, and immediately got lost in the little streets and alleys. In the end I stood before a graffiti covered brick wall, a large green rubbish bin, and a faded sign on the wall promising cheap car repairs. The style would probably place it in the sixties or seventies. I doubt the car repair shop is still around, or offering those prices.

As I traced my way back toward the bus station, I found a little café run by an old woman, and she was very surprised when I sat down at a table. She correctly guessed that I was lost, and then described the correct way to the street I was supposed to go to. Oh, and I didn’t have to pay for the tea and the biscuit, because we ended up chatting for like half an hour. She said I had been good company while she was bored, and I wasn’t to tell anyone about the free tea and biscuits.

Now I’ve told the entire internet.

I did find the shop, but I didn’t find a power supply. The ones they had were the same wattage as the one I’ve already got, and then they had a monster that would have been overkill. I don’t need 1200 W in my box. I was looking for 7-900 W. The one I have is 550 W.

When I came home to the empty house, I sat down and started a story about an old woman running a café in a foreign land. I imagine it was a land like Syria, or Turkey. There’s conflict all around, but the café is this oasis of calm, because there’s tea served in thin fine china, and the biscuits are home-made peacemakers.

I’m waiting for Mark to come home from his work, but he most likely won’t be home until after seven p.m. Until then I can continue to flesh out this story. I left the house this morning to look for a thing, and came home with something better – a story idea. The world is funny.