Now it's time to go and I'm beginning to feel a bit sick. The thought of city life slightly terrifies me. After all this calm, the space, the sea, the endless open skies and generally seeing no more than five people a day, it's going to feel like we've moved to another planet.
I'm most going to miss not having Chaz and Wolf to myself. We're used to spending every single waking second together and now I'm going to have to share them.
The pace of life here is similar to how I imagine retirement to be. Very very slow and laid back. Everything closes from 12 til 4pm so the window to get anything done is tiny. Then you have to write off August as locals just won't work then, or on a weekend, or a friday afternoon, you get the picture... In the beginning it was seriously frustrating but now we see it as completely normal and are amazed when we go somewhere and see things that are open at lunchtime.
I'm going to miss being able to walk out the door and pick a huge bunch of beautiful wild flowers, an armful of the most delicious figs or bunch of juicy grapes whenever we want to. Looking on the bright side I guess now, I'll be able to walk out my door and get that coffee I've been dreaming about instead.