Connect

Its a bit odd that I actually get more consistent internet while wandering random tiny Greek islands that I almost never know the names of (Kea currently, I believe) than I did in the cities. It also makes me painfully aware of how hopelessly addicted I am to staying connected - to people, to news, to blogs, gmail, facebook…etc.

At every island we dock at, I sheepishly sit at the farthest corner of the deck, hoping to pick up some kind of wireless signal. I will sit patiently, staring at the crawling blue bar, excitedly waiting for gmail to load. And then I will open as many NYT pages as I can, saving them for times when my wireless thievery is unsuccessful. Hm. This doesn’t sound very healthy - but I’m not really inclined to do anything about it. 

I’m ready for London. After 3 weeks of beach sitting and philosophizing and contemplating, sunset counting, dolphin watching and salt water up your nostrils swimming, hopefully the English will offer a nice change of pace.