Life On An Island

September 15, 2014

If this is not a metaphor for life, then I don’t know what this is. This or the Universe showing us stuff on and on again. What we like, what we don’t… What we fell… What we feel!

I think I could leave it all on the continent and move on the island.

walking on sunshine
Walking on sunshine

Just forget about the whole everyday madness, the crowded places, the anxiousness of the city, the roads people wander rapidly on without even knowing exactly why, the disappointments when you’re used to thinking. And go to a beautiful island where you can take it one day at a time. Stop for a second. Start feeling rather than thinking.

one day
1 day

Working, I’m not saying otherwise. But differently. Having the most beautifully lighted bar on the beach, with the most friendly people, fun mood, delicious food, loving crowd, great music and only happy thoughts in our free minds.

It’s not about the job. I love what I do. It’s not about the family and friends, love them (obviously), too. But just for a brief moment here, I’m dreaming of living in the most cozy house on the beach, next to the love of my life. And we have that.

I’m writing this while on the ferryboat that takes us from Skiathos back to the continent and I cannot stop staring back to the island and dream. Of a totally different life from the one in the city and the one I have, always, wanted myself to have (or at least I thought I wanted). Is this for real or is it just the sad idea of leaving the vacation temporary home?

don't want to leaaaaave
I don’t want to leaaaaave.

Or the island…?

Skiathos came to become more than I’d have expected it to be. I had no expectations. We made plans of where to go and what to do and see, but life had another dream for us. Yesterday was our last day on the island and we realized we didn’t even get to Lalaria, the most famous beach in Skiathos, to Skopelos (the island where Mama Mia was shot), to Windmill (a popular place to eat in the town) and I didn’t get to do water yoga. All because of the coziness we felt at the hotel (that had the name of a princess) we stayed in and we’re not even that type of tourists.

I'm looking at you
Hey you.

We did most of the things on the agenda on the first days: rode the boat, ate in town by the tripadvisor.com rankings and sightsaw, in the meantime. Then we, kind of without even acknowledging, slipped into the most chillin’ mood lately. Sometimes, all you have to do is just go with the flow (?!?!?)… The breakfast was fully enjoyed, every morning, along with the large view over the sea, a chocolate crêpe and beautiful people in the restaurant. Rania, Christina and Yani, hello! I told you I will write about you. You (and the whole team) rock!

And off to the hotel’s beach or pool. It’s paradise.

When it got too hot, off we jumped into the car, straight from the sunbed to see the surroundings. No plans, no nothing. The road was our guide to the wildest beaches, through the most beautiful pine forest (I wish I could attach the scent of it), with views that took our breath away.

this is the way
This is the way
this is our beach! Platanias
This is our beach! Platanias.

We formed our little, magical universe between the hotel area (beach, pool, beach bar, pool bar, lounge) and the splendid island neighbourhood, so, at night, we didn’t even bother to get out in town, we just stayed in and it was perfect. The hotel’s à la carte Italian fusion restaurant turned out to be the best place to eat in Skiathos (if you want to take a break, for a night, from Greek food) or the other restaurant, nicely designed, where we, always, picked the chef’s table. The chef was great and so was the staff. (Ha! You again!).

It was a full moon on the last night. I cannot even put into words the mixed feelings…

how can I make this moment last forever?
how can I make this moment last forever?

Well, I’ll try. My eyes weren’t dry in the morning when we left at 6am, I’ll tell you that, to catch the ferryboat I am writing this from.

the sunrise over Skiathos as we leave :(
And the sun is up again… over Skiathos

Oh baby, baby, please…

And I’m back. Back, back. On my arrival, dad told me: Aww my chocolate is back! Dad, sometimes, calls me chocolate when my skin gets tanned.

Yeah, I should be more on holidays!, I replied. Just to get the whole tan on the planet and by tan I mean the whole aforementioned experience.

You should! That’s only up to you…, dad told me.

In your mailbox would be ideal, yet in your e-mail is pretty close, yay!
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