Paros

Transcribed from my notebook, written on 22 March 2007. Omissions/edits in brackets.

"We made it to Paros. It's not that Athens isn't lovely, that just wasn't the idea of the trip. Neither was a canceled ferry and a full-gear [roughly 45lbs of stuff] run to catch a rival ferry, but you gotta do what you gotta do. The ferry ride seemed short enough and we are here, now.

"I'm on the beach; the wind is strong enough to move my pen about . But I'm here to relax, [and I'm going to do it if it kills me]. The clouds will eventually break. And if they don't, I'm enjoying the wind. And the view. I'm sitting on a rock, back on a tree, gazing over the shallow end of a natural harbor. On the opposite hill rest dozens of cozy white houses with a few blue tops. It kinda is just like the postcard. At first, I wasn't blown away, but I'm beginning to appreciate the simplicity that seems to dominate this island. It is the perfect place to breathe fresh air, sleep in, and enjoy the little things that go unnoticed... like the ability to flush toilet paper down the john.

"I keep thinking about coming back. This was always planned to be a trial run; [my next trip will be the real deal]. No phone, no stress. Relatively cheap and absolutely stunning. So far, I've not been disappointed. [...]"

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