It’s always the case that when I opt for the flight with less layover time at the airport there is a delay with my flight. Result: I have to spend the entire duration of the flight to connecting airport huffing and puffing, fretting about whether I’m going to make my connection at all. Add to that the stress of knowing said connection is the last flight to the island and you’ve got yourself a nerve-wracking trip ahead of you.
That was me on Saturday.
I checked in on time and was informed that the plane had a 20-minute delay, at which point I had already started calculating average time it would take me to get from one gate to another in semi-running (quick pacing) mode. At Cyprus airport I also took care of my bookcrossing item and tried as much as I could to make it a surprise for the next person to discover it.
Chocolate lovers have an advantage
I then waited around the gate patiently and finally boarded the plane only to hear over the speakers an announcement that the plane would have a further delay of 20 minutes. Estimated time to get from gate of arrival to gate of departure: 15 minutes. Swell.
I moved up to the first row of economy class and knew that upon landing I had to RUN. And I did. We arrived at the furthest possible gate and I raced through the entire Eleftherios Venizelos, the whole time feeling like I was re-enacting a scene from Run Lola Run. I got to the gate on the dot and managed to make it home in one piece. And breathless.
Being back to base and my beading-corner-of-a-factory feels great. Yesterday I made a lot of new earrings, which I’ll post on flickr today as well as Etsy. Gradually the shop is growing and by tonight I hope to have updated all of my items that are currently available for sale. First order goes out today and I might post a photo of it in the next entry because if anything, it’s the start of something big (or even big-small). And this leaves me breathless too.
It has been a day since I’ve come back from that blur of a holiday in the UK. I did spent the majority of that time in bed, progressively making my way through any illness symptoms known to exist and gradually losing the will to get up in the mornings. I wasn’t up and about until the weekend before I had to fly out, and yes of course that figures, doesn’t it?
So things accomplished on said trip? Make that a negative-something number. I didn’t make any bead purchases, I didn’t even buy any books for pleasure. In fact, my plan to read the bookcrossing book and randomly drop it off somewhere failed miserably since I hardly managed to start it at all. I did manage to squeeze in some time to see the tiny town of Farnham: old and picturesque, but really really small. Some of these photos capture the misty magic I’m talking about.
Our back view
Just a short pause
Follow this path
Look at me
One of the really good things that has come out of Farnham is that I managed to get my logo, banner and business cards designed. Now I am actually one step closer to opening my Etsy shop — something that should probably happen within this week. This is exciting! Watch this space for updates on that.
I leave you now with the ugly side of Farnham. Some violent kidnapping went down while I was there. Things got pretty ugly, unfortunately.
No cuddly toy is safe!
In general, that’s the vibe I have on Sundays. There’s room for everything and just wait for it, it’s going to happen. My digital post-it TO-ACHIEVE-TODAY list was ridiculously ambitious, but I did manage to complete 50% of it. Crossing things off, even electronically, gives me such a rush. Yeah, there you go, I admitted that.
I played along with those new beads and made a necklace using one of the two mice. It looks like he’s a French mouse, which he could be, and that cheese trap in the photo — well that’s just me being really cheesy.
The most pleasant surprise I did not mention yesterday was that I found a random book (the not-so-random “Atonement” by Ian McEwan) in “the wild”, complete in appropriate bookcrossing stickers all over. I’ve read about bookcrossing but never thought I’d come across something like it here in Chania, Crete. I thought Chania was generally not in the buzz of things, but hey, totally had me fooled. I plan to make some drastic moves with the book and change its life course forever. I’m going to set it free in an entirely different country, in two weeks’ time. Truly into the wild.
Now, I need to wreck a journal and maybe find a movie to watch. If not immediately now, then definitely later — anytime later works for me just fine.