Now that I have my laptop back from the repair shop I can post again on my web site.
I’d planned for the interim to use my Weebly phone app to post but after several rounds with the Weebly support personnel, about why I couldn’t get a “new post” button which they kept insisting was there, I learned that I am in a “country or region” in which the Weebly app doesn’t work -- that is, Greece, a democratic nation and member of the European Union. Weebly didn’t tell me they had this limited level of service when I signed up.
So I asked Weebly for a list of the countries/regions that the app doesn’t serve for future reference while traveling, but they are reluctant to tell me, while I persist. After all, I am paying for the top tier of service with Weebly. You’d think they could tell me where it does and doesn’t work. Our discussion is continuing.
Meanwhile, I don’t need the app for my laptop. But I had to wait three weeks for the necessary part to be delivered from Athens because of the holidays and recent record-setting rainstorms.
It was reported that more rain fell on Crete so far in January than most regions of Greece get in a year. I was busy mopping up much of it from the floors of the villa I’m caring for, which has a flat roof that balked at the onslaught and just let much of the water seep through the ceiling. When I wasn’t mopping, I was scrambling for dry firewood and refreshing my Boy Scout fire making skills in an effort to warm the premises.
To my dismay, it seemed that as more rain fell, the harder the wind blew down from the mountains, and the lower the temperatures plunged -- low 40s F., once into the 30s(!), which ain’t my style.
I was left with only the fireplace, a single electric space-heater, soggy floors, and fleeting thoughts of the calm, warm sunny afternoons outside reading books, and comfortably cool, clear pleasant nights for sleeping, which is what I’d envisioned when I’d signed on for this gig.
Now I’m sleeping in full-dress mode, with a hoodie and knit cap, in a light sleeping bag (I carry one in my backpack), covered with a couple of thick Greek house blankets. All the while dreading a need to visit the bathroom, and hoping the ceiling doesn’t start dripping over the bed.
People and news reports tell me how unusual this nasty Crete weather was been lately, bringing to mind Bob Dylan’s line in the recording of “Talkin’ New York,” describing his first winter in the Big Apple in the early ‘60s:
"New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years.
I didn't feel so cold then.”
It was all so very pleasant here on the island of Crete when I first arrived, and it will likely be nice again before I leave at the end of the month. I can hope.
When the weather suits my clothes, it really is beautiful here.
Take a look at a few more photos I took in the area before the deluge.
Quotes For A Good Life On The Road
"Smile a lot, talk to strangers, accept all invitations, eat everything offered.”
-- Sage advice from Rita Golden Gelman, author of Tales of a Female Nomad, an inspiring story of how a dramatic change of life led to her travels around the world, one of the first books I read on my journey. Now see my complete collection of travel quotes online by clicking "Quotes For The Road" under "More" in the menu above.
Solas "Best Travel Writing" Awards
Saysha: What Happened?
13th Annual Solas Awards for Best Travel Writing
(Read it here)
More About Me?
I'm a retired journalist from Hawaii who tired quickly of retirement and hit the road as a slow, solo world traveler in August 2016. I've spent time in 20 countries on four continents and right now I'm enjoying life on the Island of Crete, Greece.
I've been interviewed about my travels by Nomadic Matt, and Expat Focus, and here's a great story by veteran Borneo newsman and prolific author James Ritchie about our meeting in Kuching, titled, A Confluence of Adventure Writers .
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