June 10th, I have a small idea of what's going on

I Have A Small Idea Of What's Going On

 

 
    
   

     Today was another easy day of relaxation. Edie and I woke up late and headed down to lunch to meet my Aunt after a nice night of almost deadly deep sleep. I ate an avacado and artichoke salad as we looked over the bright blue ocean. We mumbled conversation and ate, well rested but still waking up, then pushed in our chairs and walked back to the room.

Today was massage day. I'd been looking forward to this day since we booked it two days prior. I had only had one other massage in my life and it was absolutely marvelous. We headed out for our massages and began to hunt for the spa which was hidden like the we were in The Labrynth. We followed the directions and got lost for awhile before discovering a mysterious staircase hidden through the bushes. We walked down into the darkness and saw a plain black door. Looked safe enough so we opened it slowly and peaked in. There were two woman in there and- it was the spa. Yes! We found it! I was worried we would miss our massages since that was the thing I was looking forward to most that day but luckily we persevered and uncovered the hidden treasure. Edie and I were led into two  separate rooms where we could undress and get settled under a towel before our masseuse came in. My lady spoke broken Franglish but was very kind. She started asking a couple questions I barely understood which I tried to answer best I could then she got her hands to work. 

It.was.magical. If I could be hired to get massages all day I would. She worked lavender oil up and down my body and back as I drifted into deep thought and sometimes a light sleep. I tend to think of all sorts of things when I get massages, I can't really relax and "clear my mind" like most people can. I tend to think about people mostly, occasionally I'll have a profound thought or two that I forget by the end of the session. I do a lot of my best overthinking while trying to "relax". Usually by the end of a massage I sort of get sad because I realize I hadn't had much of a chance to relax at all, my brain wouldn't let me. I hope to do a 3 hour massage one day. Or a three day massage, whichever. We finished the massage and were treated with a chocolate macaroon and some wild berries with a cup of water. We gulped down the water and headed straight to the beach. 

     Edie and I had decided we needed to do some thing with exercise rather than lounge around and drink champagne like we had been doing for the last 20 minutes and decided to rent two paddle boards. We got our boards and began to paddle easily, both having experience before, and paddled up and down the bend. The view was stunning. We could see every single building and beach from a view we hadn't ever seen before. For paddling only an hour we sure saw a lot. We saw a lively beach full of teenage boys playing volleyball, people fishing on docks and couples kissing on them too, and older adults lounging on their sail boats anchored in the ocean. Though it was stunning and beautiful, if you looked down it wasn't as comforting. If you looked down into the blue water you would see clear water or maybe some sea grass but in certain spots it was dead black. It was terrifying, especially in the ocean, dangling my feet in the salt water and not knowing what could come up and bite or sting me. The danger is part of the experience though, and that's why not everyone can do it. That's what makes it special. It's terrifying yet beautiful and challenging but invigorating. Paddleboarding, even thtough it's not as extreme as other things,  in the ocean is much more unpredictable than the lake which is what I'm used to. I would never think I would do it. But there I was, standing and paddling down the Mediterranean (which was flat and calm so super duper easy). 

    We washed up and called a cab for dinner to take us to a restaurant on the beach, recommended by the concierge. We hopped in and drove calmly to the nearby restaurant and arrived at a staircase leading down to the shore. We carefully walked down the stairs, it was a steep drop if we were to slip, and admired the beautiful line of white umbrellas covering the tables we were about to be seated at. We sat down, facing the beach with our toes in the rocks (the beaches aren't sandy here), and ordered a light wine and food. We talked in good conversation (it seems we have better luck with energy over dinner) and ate our delicious rich dishes consisting of salad, pasta, and lamb chops. As the evening went on the view only got more and more breathtaking. The candles on the white tables glowed with warm light as the lights from the town glowed onto the black mirror water. This was a restaurant made for couples, with a candle-lit table for two stationed right on the dock. Perfect for a cheesy proposal after a day on the water. Europe is very romantic, I absolutely love it. I guess I, myself, could be considered romantic. I put deep though into everything I do (other than when I lose things). Or if I don't I had thought deeply about how to not put thought into it. Im no talking just in the partner relationships but simply in life. I don't crave cheesy chocolates and flowers or lights which most people find romantic, which is very okay, but I crave meaning. Those saratonin balls and dead flowers wouldn't mean squat it we didn't find meaning behind them. I think in order for anything to be romantic it needs meaning, because that means it was thought about deeply, and love itself is caring and thinking deeply of another person, place, object, relationship,etc. 

When we arrived back to the hotel, the tan French man handed me back sunglasses which I had carelessly forgotten on the steps of the hotel while taking pictures. I had a stomach ache all night wondering where those were so I felt relieved that they were returned. I've had good luck with losing stuff so far which is rare. I usually lose things but don't get them returned. We repacked and got into bed to prepare for the next day: loading day. The start of our 7 day cruise!