Just completed a two day ferry voyage from Venice, Italy to Athens, Greece. As I type this, I still feel a very stong sensation of floating on the ocean, and it’s kind of sickening. This combines with the fact that I can’t read anything written in Greek, and can only speak one word (yalas = hello). All in all, things are a little wierd right now, but only in the best way. I have friends who are also visiting Greece right now, who I managed to meet up with given only the name of their hotel. I am a travel master! Oh yeah, if I need to say this: I am having bucketloads of fun.

Books I read on the ferry:

Difficult Loves by Italo Calvino : Set of short stories by wonderful Italian author. Gets really nice in the section on “Stories of Love and Loneliness”.

This is It by Alan W. Watts : Really insightful Zen-influenced philosophical musings.