We went to the beach in a haze, finding solace within these stony locales with a mix of lovesickness for the sweet sweet taste of the sun. I'm halfway snoozing and recovering from spending time at a hillside monastery where two men were found dead, specifically men of the cross.
Seeing the tourists at Elafonissi is a funny funny thing. Lotsa silly billy people capitalizing on the lack of immersion but expanding on simple experience you already get in the states minus the restrictions. Taking advantage of looser structures much? Very colonial. Not the wiser. Sad!
I think it's bad now but form what I've heard in Rhodes, the anxiety is building up like a wave. I'm ready, yet not ready, exploitation on the mind.
Love u.
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