Also, please note my gorgeous new shoes that scream GREECE to me!
I believe that I would not enjoy being stranded alone on an island. I mean, it sounds romantic enough, but once you get past the gorgeous weather (which is a definite maybe), the white sand, the turquoise water, et cetera, et cetera, how romantic could it really be? How much time could you honestly spend with yourself? We all love our "me time," in fact, I'm a great believer in it, but it's nice when that "me time" is actually an option. If I had to make a guess, I would say that I would last about 9 1/2 days before going completely mad. After Mom and Dad left, I came home, and spent I think 3 days alone in my flat before Petya got back from Spain. In those looooonng 3 days I already felt the line between sanity and insanity starting to blur. On the up side, I spent probably more time in town in those three days than I probably did in the whole month before break. Which was lovely. On the down side of the upside, I am going to end up with a suitcase of rocks and shells if I continue collecting them from the beach at the rate I am going.
On a final note, the Question of the Day:
Should it be possible to see wrinkles around the eyes of a face that is a mere 21 years old? Or should that be written down to the imagination?
Well, two questions but what have you?
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