The breeze is strong around here. More like a wind. Doors slam, curtains billow. The balcony offers me the possibility to feel it while I sip my morning coffee and write and read. It's a narrow balcony but useful.
Last night I took the Metro and went down to Athinai Street to see Katerina who was djing at Lemon Poppy Seed, a hair salon. Across the street there is a nice bar called Tranzistor where I sat outside and had a beer, some risotto, and people-watched. Later Katerina came and told me about her lightning-speed trip to Kalymnos, an island in the Aegean, to attend a private party where a famous dj was playing.
So many djs! All bars have djs who play. Do they do that in Chicago? I don't know. But I don't remember that. Of course, I don't go to bars anymore but in the past I don't remember that.
The Metro is very good. Quiet. Clean. I should take it more often but there isn't a station near the house. The closest is in Syntagma Square.
I am looking forward to Sifnos. I hope the place where we'll stay is nice enough and the beach made of sand and I can swim in the Aegean, sun myself, relax, read, and generally have a good, calm time with mom and David. I hope we can explore the island too. We'll see how mom does with her walking.
Everyone goes away to some island or other. I don't blame them. You have to get away from the city.