Be kind even when you’re tired. Be understanding even when you’re angry. Do more than you’re asked, and don’t ask for anything in return. Don’t silently expect anything either. Listen when someone talks, and really listen too, stop just thinking of how you’ll reply. Tell people that you love them and that you appreciate them.
This is the part of my life where I silently remove myself from anyone who hurts me more than they love me, drains me more than they replenish me, brings me stress more than they do peace, and tries to stunt my growth rather than clap for it.
My last post ended with us heading to Pompeii for a wine tasting session.. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. What did happen though was a fun night out in Naples; which then led us to Sorrento until the early hours of the morning. Ending the night with Ellen missing the passerelle and falling straight into the port. Was by far, the funniest thing that has happened this whole season.
I think that’s what travelling does. It gives you this feeling that you will never be completely at home again, because a part of your heart is always elsewhere. That in itself is the price we pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.
Coffee and Croissants have filled our mornings. Pizza, Pasta and Red wine our evenings. The ideal.
Raging bushfires burned behind the mountains, Helicopters with water-bombs flew up above, and the beach packed with tourists.
We arrived on one of the hottest days being 38 degrees. So what else do you do on a Greek island in that heat, with absolute legends but hit a beach club.