I feel hardy most of the time here, actually, as all the Greeks are clad in fleeces and fur-lined polar jackets, and there’s me in T-shirt, cropped trousers and sandals! A true Brit. But it is warm ‑ no, hot – I’ve got a bit of a tan, so that says something…
After scalding myself in three torturous dips in the thermal springs, I took a stroll further along the coast to the Long Beach, along another beach covered in a lovely soft, thick nest of what looked like shreds of soft bark or dead elongated leaves – I’ll check with my wordworking friend on Saturday as to what these soft things really were. All the way there and back I was accompanied by yet another feline friend – she’s one of the kitty crew that lives at the springs. Very sweet, for a cat. I even found myself saying to her that I wouldn’t mind taking her home with me, except that Silva and Chilli would object. Or eat her.
I got a bit burned sitting at the laptop at ‘my’ café by the harbour at midday today – there aren’t too many restaurants open just yet, so this is the one I’ve chosen to be the one I go to when I’m down there – I have to now, as it’d look like betrayal if the bar owner saw me sitting outside a different one. Tricky, this loyalty business.
I have a germ of a plan for tomorrow. Something Athena suggested when I came through reception just now. Could be another adventure in the offing. Or not – depends what kind of mood I wake up in… ;)