As all mortals things must, I, too, succumbed to the innate desire to play Classic. Even paid my own subscription from the piggy bank. It's THAT enchanting, to be back there again, as weak and slow as a dead frog and just as gangly. (I played an Undead first, all those dozen years ago.)

Seaside paintings promo :)

I have an uncanny tendency of throwing (dropping?) food down in my own shoes while I eat ... Don't ask me how that works, it's just one of those irregular talents one wishes they rather didn't have. 

Rab old town doors (and windows)

(and windows)

Back home

So, the last day was spent packing (not that there was that much to pack, but the process itself is a mental ordeal) and playing frisbee in the shallow waters. At first, I was terribly pissed for having kicked the sand into the paint while trying to rescue it from a rogue wave, but General started acting such a fool I couldn’t but laugh and then we literally exhausted ourselves laughing, tossing the stupid cheap thing which flew every which way but as aimed.

I was so hungry that I made an omelet of bacon and five eggs and instead of splitting it, I ate everything in one awful sweep, meanwhile, the poor idiot was waiting for me, sitting in the sun for well over an hour and is now approximately the color of an apricot. So we played some frisbee :D

After we packed and took most of the stuff to the car, we went swimming one more time, hugging and playing and hugging and kissing and some more frisbee and then just hugging and watching the sunset. Oddly enough, this has cooled my body down to an odd sense of being cold, so, waking up in the middle of the night in my hammock, having dreamed everything is frozen and there are polar bears, I had to zip up my sleeping bag to the gills, freezing. Mind, I normally sleep in shorts and a tank top, and the night was no cooler. Just weird.

We started early, driving down to the ferry dock, basking and solving crossword puzzles. I had two coffees on the drive over to the border and then finally began to nag I also need food. Truth is, the General, as all Aries, only sees one goal at a time and he only saw the end of our destination - home - so he did not eat, did not drink and for almost six hours he hardly stretched his legs. This inevitably makes him increasingly cranky, so I know by now to enforce breaks. We chose a good restaurant, too, and had a 2-person plate of meats and side dishes, pumpkins and kale salad, it was delicious. I also asked for a Greek-style trio of deserts, and it was amazing. Only minus side is that the Greek version of the balaclava is dipped with lemon juice and that just kills me. My mouth really hurt. Amazing how something can hurt so much without actually causing any real damage (just micro-cracks.). Once we arrived home, the storms finally followed, shaking and rocking the city, and my computer died as soon as I started it. The world is back to normal :D

Rab Cake - their official cake. This shit is actually REALLY good!

Alien invasion. 

Day almost last; Leaving tomorrow. General is really looking forward to it, he has ran out of books (He catches onto his yearly dose of literature within this fortnight), whereas I always want to stay a little bit more, just a little bit longer … Insatiable little cricket, I know. But I have just fallen into a routine and gotten to know the grounds and have spiralled out to explore. I need more time. I discovered an ancient city last night, I mean, I didn’t fall into a hole and found it, it’s the capital of the island, but once I actually hotwired the car and drove across the terrain in search of something resembling a coconut ice-cream, it turns out it’s not a tourist-y city at all, it’s actually an old Roman fort with a medieval trade state built upon in and then some. I have to look closer into it. There is a hilltop alley with seven or so churches lined one after the next and I spotted a plaque on one, saying this was built by the noblewomen of Rab … to think there were officials here, mighty clergy, princes and rich merchants … I thought it was just a pretty rock with recent forests of pines and figs spread over it. Really should stop assuming… Or wishing for the world to have begun only in books, while in reality it should have slept until my arrival.

The beach, half private, lonely mostly now, that the camp is less full, has for me every morning a secret message written in the sand. I cannot tell you it’s really for me or whom is it from or what exactly it says, but there are simple hieroglyphs drawn there every day, as if someone knows I will be the first to arrive and find them. It’s stuff like coffee cups, car, road, ice-cream, the shape of this isle with a cross marking some spot… Child-like, but not child-like enough to be random. In my brain that is a clear invitation to an ice coffee in town … but no time, no rendezvous place, no idea how to accept the invite. I pretend it may be from an Ezra Miller-look-alike teenager I keep running into and never really finding an opportune line to start talking to him. He seems like he wants to start a conversation, but is too shy and we’d have a language barrier to gap. Ah, well. Opportunities to take photos of beautiful people. I miss more than I grab. It’s just how I roll.

Accidentally kicked sand onto the watercolours today, while rescuing them from a wave. Useless fucking pillock.

I am not used to editing photos while holding the laptop in my … lap. Despite its moniker. The cursors are either too sensitive and not enough and my old trick of taking two photos of the same scape - one with the good lighting of the sky and other of the sea, and then patching the well-lit bits together, carefully and slowly, is shy to work. If only after 30 years of practice, I would know how to take an ideal photo from the go…. ..