If anyone had told me a few years ago that i’d be packing up my knickers, jumping on an airplane, and meeting a woman from Cape Town, South Africa – whom i’d never actually met – and another woman from Sydney, Australia for a two week holiday in Greece? i’d have said “you’re fucking out of your mind.”
But it’s 10:30 pm on a Sunday night in an Athens hotel room, and they are just tucking into bed in rather close quarters, as we pack up to head out to the island of Lesvos in the morning.
Although there is a natural amount of anxiety in a blogger meet up, there can be a tremendous amount of anxiety in actually camping out with people who – to the rest of the universe – appear to be strangers to you. For two weeks. In another country.
The. Most. Natural. Thing. In. The. World.
i got in first on Friday morning. Dolce arrived later that day, and nursemyra appeared last evening after some travel complications. We probably haven’t shut up – other than during periods of sleep or poolside decompression – for three days. We are visiting a place considered to be part of the cradle of civilization – and it is tremendous – but it has been reduced to almost a backdrop for deepening personal connections.
We are three rather smart, strong, independent and incredibly fucked up women*. And we are sorting shit out. Through stream of consiousness conversations, laughs, tears and a bit of Mythos beer, gin and tonics and amazing food.
Three women, from three different continents, meeting up on a fourth… If anyone had told me a few years ago that i’d be party to such a gathering? i’d have found it incomprehensible.
Small world, innit?
* “Fucked up”? Vastly different ways, nothing debilitating, but we are – as all humans are – wrangling with a multitude of personal demons.