the die is cast

plan of action has been decided on: my sister has been persuaded that she has no business to spend summer criss crossing scandinavia by train (where does she get those absurd ideas?!) but instead a moral duty to spend some time doing nothing with her favourite and only sister. sugar is game too, so we're all set crew-wise. we have appointed july as our month of adventure and the island we decided on is practically primitive with hardly any roads, electricity or phone lines, too rough for the average tourist or too complicated to access as only little boats take you there from only a couple beaches in crete. so i am very glad to spend some time before it is "developed", with only a few other like minded camping bathers around. all i need is fresh water, shade and super potent sun cream, feed my belly ripe fruit from the driving-by grocer's-on-a-truck, my eyes with the endless blue (no wait... i can see africa from my tent!) my soul with blinding white light and my ears with the sounds of the waves and the laughter and chatter of the women i love. (although there is space reserved for just one more in my heart, and in my tent )