Just back this morning, to the gentle hum of traffic, and battle wearly Brit, angry, impatient, lost in a vacuum of their own anger.. I ventured out just once today, - Just 4 miles each way, to face the murderous frustration of Modern Britain.. Yet, I was equipped to rise above it all, I was curteous, I allowed traffic in, I held doors open, I said good morning to 3 people, who looked back almost amazed at my Bouyancy.. For I had this ridiculous Warm smile on my face inspired by nearly 3 weeks in Corfu. The Fond memory of being sat on an isolated beach idly tossing pebbles into the crystal clear sea, or ordering an "Orgasm" from the bar and finding it amusing, as if I was an adolescent teenager, or sitting in the heavy winds of the last few days with Octopus Balls in one hand and a mythos in the other, and of all the friendships made this year. I particularly recall getting Drunk with Bill the Aussie and his "Shiela", and then negotiating a rugged path towards a 3am Swim in the Dark and still waters below. It probably was n't a safe thing to do, but hey I knew that I was alive in that instant. Or of Dancing one night with our friends from Liverpool until 5.30am in the morning and not having a clue how we managed to be drinking till that time, or the couple of days were I simply did "Nothing". When I was asked what I was doing in a telephone conversation with a friend from home I said "Mate Im Busy". "Busy doing nothing".
So, the Food in Corfu was a dream, but I cant think that I look Huge or disfigured by it all. I just look stupidly happy about being able to say that I have been. From Barbati to Glyfa, to Nissaki, to Kalami to Kalamouri, to San Stefanos, to Kassiopi, and back again, all totally magical. To the Burning Fires on the Albanian coast to the Sad and Happy good byes to people who could simply be themselves for a while
I will see you again Corfu