So here we are on our last full day in Greece. The weather is suddenly overcast and chilly, a prescient taste of things to come as we head north. No matter, we're both reading excellent books: The Surrendered by Chang Rae Lee for me and Chuck is almost to the end of A Breath of Snow and Ashes. Seems like a good day to just lounge inside with a book.
Yesterday afternoon, we tore ourselves away from our books to invite Mik over for a beer (or two). He seemed surprised and pleased—I guess this doesn't happen much for him. His English is good, even if he did blame the beer occasionally when he couldn't quite come up with the right word. I'm always impressed when someone can carry on a conversation in a second (or third) language. He's been traveling alone for a long time and has a caravan back in a small town in France where he spends a lot of his time. He's a writer from Germany but doesn't plan to return. It was a stimulating conversation.
We'll get around to reorganizing and cleaning up tomorrow morning then head to Patras for our 5 pm ferry to Ancona, Italy. We're supposed to arrive at the port 2-1/2 hours before departure. This is another one of the upsides of this kind of travel. We'll just be moving our home to a different location—who cares how long we have to wait? We'll be inside with our books, making tea. It's an overnight crossing and we are camping on deck. This will be another adventure.
Meanwhile, we are in search of our new Magic Mini Duster. We excitedly dusted our computers and Kindles and both remember Chuck getting a large zip-lock bag to store it in. That's where it gets foggy or I should say, blank. We have taken this place apart and CANNOT find it. Could Mik have seen us using it and slipped in during the night to steal it? I can see him over at his camper wearing rubber gloves and washing his van. So German. So clean. A Magic Mini Duster would be right up his alley. Chuck seems to remember that we took the last one from the store. We have checked inside the refrigerator, inside the clothes closet, in the bathroom, I mean, Homer is only so big--how many places do we have to hide this thing? The mystery continues.....
Four hours later, WE FOUND IT! Hiding in plain sight in one of our little plastic organizers that we checked again and again. Can you see it?
We both excitedly cleaned our computers and Kindles again then did the magic cleaning technique to release all the dust.
Oh the stresses of this life.
I have no data yet. It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories instead of theories to suit facts. ~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930), Sherlock Holmes