A collection of thoughts from Milos island in Greece.
I pass the Mumma feeding her kittens, and the old swing set that nobody uses anymore now because of technology. I look up at the galaxy above me and feel so small again walking the way back to the container (home) which we accomodate four people. Stella and her friend Stella work 3pm until the bar closes every night. I will stay here for four days before finding my way back to Kythira.
Now the sun is on my face, and I'm sipping on a Freddo Cappuccino once more- and once more I am answering the same questions. About why I am here and how long I will stay and if I am studying. But I am realising that in my life, I will always be answering these questions. They will never stop. People are too inquisitive to let go of investigating. Small talk is what I hate most. I'm obsessed with finding those people who love deep conversations, those who don't wait for the gaps in speaking with you just so they can talk. I hate those people. Twenty years of age, I crave more, still. And wonder if this part of me will ever change.
With a suitcase at her feet, three other bags in tow, Mumma Sofia takes struggling Australian backpacker to the airport. They ride the scooter that Stella grew up on. Against the wind, against the inches away from her feet hitting the ground, she continues on her way. Dodging people and tree's, doing anything she can to get her there on time. Ducking between the wind as it sends hurricanes towards them, the Australian girl once more says goodbye to an island she has quickly fallen in love with. It's possible to do that in just a week. You'll see when you are here. It's called Aphrodite island for a reason. And being so close to Kythira, what's not to love. But alas, she needs to go. This Australian girl must flee to her other home- to see if it has changed once more this year.
I reflect on how Stella's family have always looked after me. Taken me in as another child whenever I have stayed with her. For this I am so so so grateful.