We are in Greece again for 2 weeks. After having Covid in Crete in May, it didn’t feel like a holiday at all, as we were both wiped out for another week after we got home!
We had a year of stress with DD2 bleating on, she’d never get pregnant. Then she got pregnant first time and was totally irrational during the pregnancy; and she’s got even worse since the baby was born; I have ex on the phone to me every other week, because he can’t cope with her. We can’t foresee what is going to happen; but none of it looks good!
We are in Lesvos now, our fifth time here. Crete is beautiful, but we prefer Lesvos - it’s much quieter, we stay in a fishing village on a Gulf. The sea is just like a warm salty lake; you can walk out in it a long way, and it’s still only up to your shoulders.
DH likes it, as it a top birdwatching destination at migration in spring and autumn. I was hoping for a relaxing few days to start, after cleaning the house, because a neighbour looks after our cats; and an early morning flight yesterday.
No such luck with hyperactive DH - he was edgy to go for a walk straight after breakfast. So, we are here, in what we call a bandstand (maybe picnic spots to the Greeks), after walking in the bright sun at 28 degrees to a local river, where we see kingfishers sometimes? We saw the fire brigade sitting in a bandstand in the pine forest yesterday - it’s the only place, we ever see them. The military sit in bandstands on the coast, watching Turkey or possible migrants. We have to make ourselves scarce, when we bump into the military, as birdwatchers with binoculars are probably beyond their comprehension!