i grow weary of my daily routine. i would travel further every day were it not for the rain. then again it is not as though i have somewhere important to be. calmly waiting under a tree is not a problem.
it is officially spring here. it's raining quite often, thundering and lightning at night. sometimes so loudly my bed shakes. in a way the storms make it feel more and less lonely. rain during the day is intermittent. then a moment later one can hear the birds again.
i was reading in the square today and this little greek boy came up to me. he leaned on my leg and spoke to me in greek. i have no idea what he said or what he wanted. he repeated the same sentence a few times, then ran off. no adult around. i checked my things to make sure he had not taken anything.
it was strange yet simultaneously adorable.