We have finally got somewhere to live, new tyres and Sunny has had a haircut.
I have to confess that after travelling to so many wonderful places this is not what we were expecting. I think that we must have been wearing rose tinted spectacles when we planned to stay here for a year.
The idea of something is often not the reality and although this is a beautiful island and the people are lovely it is a bit of a cultural wasteland. Had we come here for a month in May as originally planned we would have known what we were in for. However, had we done so we wouldn’t have bought the van and would not have experienced Europe the way we have.
I can communicate and understand when people speak to me, the food is lush and the beaches are wonderful, even the weather is holding out. But it is so very very boring. I miss my work far more than I ever though I would, it is seven weeks since we left and clients are contacting me on a daily basis, the family at home are having difficulties and I am not there to help which is really hard. R found it easier than he thought to wind down after working so hard for so long and is also missing having a purpose.
All this and we’ve not yet been here two weeks, what were we thinking?
I assumed we would find a nice villa with a pool but nothing is available until the end of October, at least nothing that doesn’t use up our entire year’s budget in a week and who needs six bedrooms! So we will sit here, R will do his month end accounts in a little apartment with no hot water and no cooker. The last ferry to Italy leaves on the 29th September. I am very aware that this is a first world problem.
On a positive note there is sunshine and a slight breeze so the washing only took half an hour to dry having been washed in a genuine antique machine.