When you're lieing on your back for six hours a day reading, listening to music or alone with your own thoughts the strangest things occur to you. Like, who decided that nodding your head means 'yes' and shaking it means 'no'? What if there's a culture where the reverse is true? Imagine the confusion...
It also occurred to me today that I've felt younger these last few weeks. I'm sure most of us will have experienced that familiar slide back into old behavioral patterns and sibling roles. I'm a lot more sensible around my sister and brother. My sense of humour and energy deflates a little in the face of Lisa's gregariousness and Adam's sharp wit. I don't mind it just struck me as odd.
Our holiday in the sun is still lovely and relaxing though we've passed the half way point and I'm beginning to count down the sleeps til we get home (present count is five). Nothing beats the simple, childish 'sleeps' measure of time. 'How many more sleeps mummy?'
We had to give back the Jeep we've been bombing around the island in a few days ago (there are some gorgeous coasts in Kos). On our last few days we found two beaches, one called Marcus and the other called Stephanos. We felt it was a sign from the Lord (being the names of Lisa and my Boyfriends respectively) and even though they weren't beaches we'd heard of or been recommended we went to explore. They turned out to be the two most gorgeous beaches we visited (nice work boys) and Adam and has drawn comparisons between the beaches and related them to the personality of said Gents. Very amusing, I might get him to type it some time.
On the way to Marcus's beach we happened across the character of our holiday (there's always one local that we tell stories about when we return to Blighty). This year it's Theo.
Theo is an overweight, Greek drummer who is singlehandedly keeping the 70's alive and kicking in his little outpost on Kos. He makes the most incredible leather wares in his little workshop and sells them to tourists when he's not slagging them off behind their back.
Ever seen the film Chocolat? Well he is the equivalent of Juliet in the leather world, he is obsessively passionate about leather and his work shows his talent. As we were being fitted for sandals he slung my reef flip flops aside with a grunt of disdain and as he measured me for my new belt he preached about the state of Europe and how he can estimate how much someone will buy by working out their nationality. As I kept requesting a larger and larger belt (he kept underestimating my size - I like to think I'm what Mum calls a 'smart dresser') he looks at me and says, don't worry you will lose weight soon.
I keep getting surprising of cryptic texts from friends hinting toward exciting events occurring in my absence and the purely nosy side of me is chomping at the bit to get home and find out what's happening. I spoke to Stephen last night, which was lovely, but now I miss him. Ah well why am I complaining! I'm getting browner by the day, I've been mistaken for an Italian and I have four more days of soaking in the sun, swimming in the sea and hanging out with my family. I will be one chilled Trundle when I return home. xc