Truth is, there’s a paradox in staying in one place. Stress beings to seep in. People begin to irritate you. The same old urban landscape burrows into your belly like an unwelcome hunk of bacteria. So, I discovered if you keep moving, you never suffer from monotony or acute stress. Fatique… maybe, but then there’s nothing to tie you down or force you into a routine that demands all kinds of automatic responses that are soul numbing.
While hiking with my brother in a gorge in Crete with my borhter, we emt a woman who invited us for tea at her home: a cave!!!
photos of Crete, Athens and Brittany taken by Nancy, except when she is in them