I'm currently sat typing this with the sun beaming down on my browning back and an ice cold drink with in close proximity. Without checking the GPS I probably wouldn't be able to say where we are, all I know is that we're somewhere in the med on a catamaran and it's 32 degrees. We left a few days ago for Kos, one of the Greek islands, we arrived in the middle of the night, piled our bags on to the dingy and motored across the small bay. We clambered up the small ladder and dumped our bags in to our temporary home, before finding our way to bed. Too tired to care about the heat, we fall in to a deep slumber and wake up with the bright piercing sunshine at 6am, we emerge on deck to a beautiful serene bay and stupidly decide to feed our hungry stomachs before setting sail. We head north, up the dodecanese islands headed wherever the wind will take us. When it gets too hot, we pull in to the nearest bay, drop anchor and dive in. The fridge and freezer are stuffed full with fruit and drinks to cool sunned sailors. We get tired quickly in the sun so seista under the canopy, a perfect way to dry off before heading back out to sea. I'm in a whirlwind of bays, all so beautiful yet so similar, we finally drop anchor and decide to sleep on the trampoline, we pile blankets and pillows up on deck and fall asleep with the breeze cooling our bronzed skin from all angles. I want to say it's been a horrible few days so far, but I'd be lying.
xo