Oh well, poor me.
So I woke up this morning to notifications about my flight to Athens and my flight to Spain. There really is a strike. And a weird one. Two days on, then a day off, then two days on. I’m not really sure how that works as a negotiating tool. I mean everyone knows when the strike is going to end, so… http://www.ekathimerini.com/212655/article/ekathimerini/news/air-traffic-controllers-to-hold-4-days-of-strikes
Anyway, Tuesday’s flights to Spain are booked so I’m stuck here until Friday. Now, I say “stuck” like it’s a bad thing, but other than spending less than an hour briefly contemplating ferrying to Italy and getting flights or trains from there (fun, but figured I’d probably get there by Friday anyway) and being worried about inconveniencing my airbnb host in Gijón (he’s great, wasn’t a bother at all changing the reservation!) and then actually rebooking my cancelled flight (efharisto Mr. Rodotis!), I am absolutely delighted I don’t have to leave yet. It’s been such a joy working from here and spending real time in a new place, I just didn’t want it to end tomorrow. I was even going to sleep in the airport tomorrow night to get every last minute I could on this spectacular island.
And I haven’t even begun to blog about this place…there’s still the magnificent walk to Poros, boat trip to Zakynthos, Kefalonian adventure tour, boat trip to Ithaka, hike to Mycenaean tomb, sardines, souvlaki and lamb chops, oh my, Mr. Viggs comes to Skala and lunch with Voula and Vagelis.
Okay, I just found a convection oven in the kitchen cabinet that looks like a character from Lost In Space and I’m going to attempt to heat up some of Voula’s homemade pastitsio in it!
