tuckova

Greece persists in being very hot and beautiful. We saw giant turtles
being chased like they were starlets without panties. We played games
until we had adopted each other’s playing style. We stayed in the water
until we got burn lines where the salt had buoyed us up; water lines
are the new bathing suit lines. We ate feta a hundred different ways,
including on fire; elopement with various dishes was proposed and then
of course I had to bring in the possibility of spouse-swapping down the
road to keep things interesting and then there was that awkward silence
like when you realize you’re the last guest at the party. We observed
all manner of dress and undress. It is hard to be a parent and persuade
your child of the virtues of
dressing for dinner when the woman next to you is wearing a hotel
towel. We had garbage thrown at us while we were collecting trash on
the beach (to compensate for being human, but then maybe we aren’t the
humans you need to watch out for). The things people will leave on a
beach would not amaze you. I fell off of a raft because everybody likes
to see a pratfall. We finished reading Tom Sawyer and had to get a book
on Greek myths to determine how many pomegranate seeds Persephone ate.
I won every game except the ones I lost. It is possible that between us
we caught a frisbee more than twice. We explored the uses of yogurt and
aloe vera and finally slept until it didn’t hurt anymore. Then we came home. Pictures start here.