I’ve just realised that in less than seven weeks time we will be back in Greece on our yacht Fandancer, for the summer.
“Lucky thing!” I hear you say….. “Wish it could be me…”
I’m not looking forward to it. I’d rather stay here.
I’m very well settled in our little rented cottage, and I’ve loved the last six months. I’ve met up with so many friends, I’ve seen lots of my children and luscious grandchildren. I’ve loved the shops, English country pubs, trashy magazines, watching everything on TV. I’ve enjoyed doing lots of cooking, knitting and sewing. I’ve even enjoyed the peculiarities of the British weather. You’ll have to drag me kicking and screaming back to the boat.
But I’ve got to go back. It wouldn’t be fair on my husband to make a fuss and want to stay. It was him who agreed to us coming back over the winter so I could spend time with my young grandchildren. If it was up to him, I think he would spend the rest of his life floating around the Greek islands and never coming back to England. So now it’s his turn to enjoy some boat time. Don’t get me wrong, I love the hot sunshine, doing very little every day, eating out at tavernas several times a week, swimming in the sea off the back of the boat, having an ouzo or glass of wine on deck at sunset, exploring new places.
But I get very homesick. I can always phone up people if I want to, but rarely do. I miss just dropping in on friends, meeting people for coffee or a chat, babysitting for grandchildren, having people to stay, bumping into friends when I’m out. I miss having English radio on in the background, and I miss tv. Yes, I know the Internet will allow you to listen to radio and watch TV, but we don’t always have wifi or internet connection.
Sometimes on the boat, we might go several days or longer, without speaking to many people. We say hello now and then to the folks on the next door boat when we are in harbour, but realistically we don’t spend a lot of time with anyone else. That’s fine for my husband, he’s not very sociable and prefers his own company, but sometimes I could just scream! I have been known to go up to random people in a supermarket or a bar, when I hear them speaking English, and try and start a conversation with them!