Anniversary season
Today marks the 17-year anniversary of us leaving the yUK (it was only the UK then) and moving to Greece. It’s outlined in Symi 85600 and again in Symi, Stuff & Nonsense if you want more info. The day started early with a lift to the airport at four in the morning because our friend had to be in Oxford by nine for a radio show or something, and we spent the long morning and some of the afternoon hanging around Luton, but it was easier than travelling there by train. We then spent a couple of days in Athens before heading to Paros to check it out, and then Antiparos where we ended up staying longer than expected and getting through the holiday part of our budget, finally arriving on Symi on September 8th, Neil’s 35th birthday.
Today is also the anniversary of the night we met, which was at around midnight, so it’s either today or tomorrow, no-one is sure. Whatever the exact day, it was 22 years ago. Because we finally married in 2017 on Neil’s 50th birthday, we now roll all these anniversaries into one; meeting, moving to Greece, his birthday, wedding day, arriving on Symi… and that day is 8th September, not to be confused with 8th November when we were blessed in a ceremony at Machu Picchu by a shaman called Ricardo, at night, in the cloud forest beside a roaring fire.
On a less personal note, it’s still bloomin’ hot here around 36 and humid some days and nights, but no-one is complaining, though I expect many busy businesses are becoming frazzled as the season ploughs on towards the cooler but often busier month of September.
