Therapy for My Soul
Thought 100 times if I should write the next sentences or not. Decided it gives context to my day so here it goes. I’m single again. Broke up with the same guy as I did 2009… so safe to say, it didn’t work out.
Well, after four years of loving your best friend, like a 2 in 1 package, best friend and lover, no discount though. Going from talking about marriage and kids to-nothing-should logically leave a huge hole. And it has. And I’m filling it with lots of Ann Time! Kind of having fun, miserable fun, the kind you feel you shouldn’t have, because you don’t deserve it, but cant help having it really! :)
Started my day at 06.00, after waking up at 04.00 after a Mr Sam dream (my ex). Dreamt I was yelling his name, quietly in my head though and he heard me, running all the way from the bar he works in, to our, now my bed. Woke realizing I didn’t want him there… afraid he would turn up anyway, him subconsciously feeling how much I longed for the best times with him.
Anyway, bought my Cretan special breakfast at Atlas Supermarket, feta cheese pie and coffee! Drove off in my red rental and stopped at gorgeous Kalives Beach. I just love sitting there in the morning, with the sun low in the sky, major waves breaking and ocean breezes salty and fresh. Realized I was wishing I had got the opportunity to bring Mr Sam here before it was too late, know he would have loved it too… my melancholy thoughts were disturbed by this drunk man who had left his beer under my stone bench. Since I don’t know Greek and had no intension of learning from him I decided to leave…
After driving 3h straight I decided I needed a break. Turned of at the small coastal village of Limin Sisou. Ordered a Frappe Medio with milk and looked out at the hostile ocean. By now tears were lingering in my eyes and I just wanted to get further away. As usual I chit chatted with the restaurant owner and got my Frappe for free, some perks you should get as a guide :) Cretan people are just too nice, can’t believe how genuine they are…
After seeing the big waves I considered to drive to Plaka instead of taking the boat from Agois Nikolaus, but I have a feeling I would still enjoy taking a rocky boat ride in my state of being. With my fabulous map reading skills and luck I found a good parking and my hotel on the first try. It takes some skill! I checked in, upgraded to sea view, and left my stuff in the cute flat and walked down to the Port, found the boat that was to embark in 20 min, bought a ticket for 10€. Costs 15€, but after some chit chat, I got discount :)
I got the rocky boat trip I needed. They had to skip the other stops because of the weather… I did not complain, all I wanted was to see this Spinalonga Island! And I got to, after picking up some ship-wrecked guests.
Soooo the Island. Wow, it’s like a picture feast. What struck me for the first time ever-strange-is the mystery of the love of old and ruined buildings. Why are they so incredibly fascinating? For me, I think, is that I “see” the people who have lived and died there, I feel the stories behind the rocks. Sounds about right. Wonder if everyone else there felt the same. Our guide was good and I felt totally at ease after walking there for 1,5h. Even fell asleep on the boat, forgot all the while about my ex.
In Port I walked towards my flat, bought a post card and a bottle of wine from the Iraklion district. It had the fitting name “The Last Supper” 2008. Decided to treat myself to a rare treat, pizza! Simply asked for the best they had, got the most expensive, but hell yeah, it was delicious!
Now I’m here on my balcony, feeling content but still wondering what Mr Sam is doing right now, bad habit. Still I had a good day.
