I have just realized I have not written anything new for ages now! The date of the last post is 1 September 2017, and so much happened in our life since then! We had a great sailing trip in the third week of September last year and have passed our RYA Coastal training and got our certificates. I have found the best way to deal with my seasickness (I have written an article gathering all remedies I could find and for me personally number 5 combined with number 7 is the real deal (https://windtravelers.wordpress.com/2017/06/02/seasickness-remedies-do-they-really-work/). I have managed to cook pasta for everyone while we were slowly drifting on a Baltic Sea, so our friend could catch some cod! It was delicious!
The eyes of the saint were following me. The colours of his clothes were perfectly coordinated, white, gold and ruby – a deathless tradition. His portrait was hanging on the wall, letting the sun smooth its uneven surface.
I took off my shoes and put my feet on the sand. The warm of it made me feel lazy for a moment. The smell of the sea and the recent rain hit my nose with a strong wave. Sidari was slowly packing the season up but still my mum managed to grab a bargain in one of the summer shops. A small church was rising in the middle of the town and I could see the top of its tower from the beach. When I looked in the opposite direction, I saw an island not very far away, the famous Canal d’ Amour, patiently letting small waves to wash it slowly.
Every day at Corfu I was waking up very early. My mum, sister and our friend Majka were still asleep when I was stealing myself outside our apartment to watch the sun slowly rising above the sea. The sky for the first 4 days was clear and smoky blue. Everything was quiet and still in the mesmerizing moments of the sun taking up the residence on the sky for the rest of the day. Even though each morning was similar, I was magically captured by its stillness and certainty of another fine day.
When I read a biography of someone I wonder what this someone would think about what others have to say about them. Would they be surprised by the things said? Would they be pleased or annoyed? Would they agree or disagree? Is it even possible to paint an accurate picture of a person? To describe someone the way which would allow that person and the people surrounding her or him to agree on accuracy of the picture?