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Dear you:
Somehow I feel travelling alone is the most lonely thing to do in the world.
So much could happen and you could only taste by yourself, no one could really share how you’ve felt or what you’ve thought. What made you smile or what made you touched? So, I would like to write to you, very much, just not from e-mail.(In Oia, the internet service is quite expensive, and what I would like to say probably couldn’t finish in a short time.)
The story begins with a girl walking alone the seashore, more precisely, along the road by the cliff, trying to find out a sandy beach called ‘Paradise’. She walked and walked and walked. She had a clear mind, exactly knowing her destination.’35 mins walk’ the information says.
She walked, under the sun; along the cliff, she walked; from village to nothing, she walked; but all she could found is rocky beach down the cliff, and she walked.
After an hour, she felt tired, her toes swollen and the bags were heavy. ‘So, what on earth I really want to find?’ She wondered and confused. All she wanted was just a nice beach to relax, to enjoy sunshine, to read the book, could play a bit water also have a lovely view. That simple. She had so many choices, she didn’t know why she choose the most difficult one only because it sounds beautiful and a bit challenge?
Yes, dream is always nice and people tend to pursue the difficult ones and forget to cherish those easy ones, at least, she is that sort of people.
In front of the Village Paradise, three dogs barked at her like crazy at the same time, they seemed to say:’ Stranger, don’t come across.’
She tried, once, twice, but really couldn’t pass the dogs.
Fear, yes, she’s afraid of angry dogs, or say, she’s afraid that she couldn’t make it anyhow.
She gave up, walked back, another long journey.
A car passed by, but soon they parked after the corner. A lady got out, seemed enjoy the view, then she got in again, and the car pulled back.1 meter, 2 meters, 3 meters, the car pulled back until they met the girl.
The front window be scrolled down, at the same time, the girl looked inside, smiley. ‘Shall I take you?’ The driver asked, obviously not an English native speaker, but with a very kind heart and a beautiful wife who was smiling to the girl from the back seat.
They both heading the same destination, this time, she was not lonely, and more than that, the girl became helpful to give the young couple information about the destination.
’Travelling alone is not that bad.’ She thought, waved bye to the lovely couple, and continued her new journey to search another beach.
This time, no matter it’s just a beach between rocky and sandy, she decided to enjoy it, and she did. Very much.
*****
Somehow I feel travelling alone is the most lonely thing to do in the world.
So much could happen and you could only taste by yourself, no one could really share how you’ve felt or what you’ve thought. What made you smile or what made you touched? So, I would like to write to you, very much, just not from e-mail.(In Oia, the internet service is quite expensive, and what I would like to say probably couldn’t finish in a short time.)
The story begins with a girl walking alone the seashore, more precisely, along the road by the cliff, trying to find out a sandy beach called ‘Paradise’. She walked and walked and walked. She had a clear mind, exactly knowing her destination.’35 mins walk’ the information says.
She walked, under the sun; along the cliff, she walked; from village to nothing, she walked; but all she could found is rocky beach down the cliff, and she walked.
After an hour, she felt tired, her toes swollen and the bags were heavy. ‘So, what on earth I really want to find?’ She wondered and confused. All she wanted was just a nice beach to relax, to enjoy sunshine, to read the book, could play a bit water also have a lovely view. That simple. She had so many choices, she didn’t know why she choose the most difficult one only because it sounds beautiful and a bit challenge?
Yes, dream is always nice and people tend to pursue the difficult ones and forget to cherish those easy ones, at least, she is that sort of people.
In front of the Village Paradise, three dogs barked at her like crazy at the same time, they seemed to say:’ Stranger, don’t come across.’
She tried, once, twice, but really couldn’t pass the dogs.
Fear, yes, she’s afraid of angry dogs, or say, she’s afraid that she couldn’t make it anyhow.
She gave up, walked back, another long journey.
A car passed by, but soon they parked after the corner. A lady got out, seemed enjoy the view, then she got in again, and the car pulled back.1 meter, 2 meters, 3 meters, the car pulled back until they met the girl.
The front window be scrolled down, at the same time, the girl looked inside, smiley. ‘Shall I take you?’ The driver asked, obviously not an English native speaker, but with a very kind heart and a beautiful wife who was smiling to the girl from the back seat.
They both heading the same destination, this time, she was not lonely, and more than that, the girl became helpful to give the young couple information about the destination.
’Travelling alone is not that bad.’ She thought, waved bye to the lovely couple, and continued her new journey to search another beach.
This time, no matter it’s just a beach between rocky and sandy, she decided to enjoy it, and she did. Very much.
*****
The weather changed a lot, really shiny in the mid-day but turned to cloudy and windy in the afternoon. Luckily, I saw the beautiful sunset in Oia yesterday already. Not exactly the sun, actually, expect the sun, the glory and the orange-red colour all over the sky. I was in an outside seat of a restaurant right on the cliff, with fantastic view and several kittens around, having my first traditional Greek dinner. I wish you were here, if you were here, we might in the castle with the entire crowd, you might hold me from my back and we would stand there for a long time to enjoy the sunset like all other people, feel like we all get together to celebrate the day or even more holy something.
Greek men are somehow quite aggressive and dominant; they decide things and women can only follow. Like the waiter of the restaurant in Oia, he decided what I should have for me; Billy, the post officer in Perrisa, who took me out for dinner, also ordered for me without asking me about detail. The young boss from ‘Rent a car’, he decided if I could rent a scooter or not. (In the morning after rain, he said the weather is not suitable for me to ride a scooter. But he had not idea how we ride a scooter in Taiwan no matter how the weather looks like.)
I could just follow.
Drink the free wine (although I don’t drink), and eat out all the sandwich and dessert. And those Greek men just sat beside me and looked at me when I fought with those foods.’ Come’ on, just a small sandwich, finish it!’ They gave the orders. But from my classmates, I always thought that Greek women are more loudly than men. Oh, well!
The charming thing to travel alone is that you have more chances to meet people, maybe keep accompany for each other for awhile or maybe just have some nice short chats. Once you start to talk to people, you’ll find most of them are not as serious as they look; they usually are more friendly than you thought. I luckily got many lovely smiles for return by taking pictures for people. Since my camera couldn’t work, what I can do is put myself into the moment, try hard to see, to enjoy and remember the astonishing scenery and those little feelings I have.
Greek men are somehow quite aggressive and dominant; they decide things and women can only follow. Like the waiter of the restaurant in Oia, he decided what I should have for me; Billy, the post officer in Perrisa, who took me out for dinner, also ordered for me without asking me about detail. The young boss from ‘Rent a car’, he decided if I could rent a scooter or not. (In the morning after rain, he said the weather is not suitable for me to ride a scooter. But he had not idea how we ride a scooter in Taiwan no matter how the weather looks like.)
I could just follow.
Drink the free wine (although I don’t drink), and eat out all the sandwich and dessert. And those Greek men just sat beside me and looked at me when I fought with those foods.’ Come’ on, just a small sandwich, finish it!’ They gave the orders. But from my classmates, I always thought that Greek women are more loudly than men. Oh, well!
The charming thing to travel alone is that you have more chances to meet people, maybe keep accompany for each other for awhile or maybe just have some nice short chats. Once you start to talk to people, you’ll find most of them are not as serious as they look; they usually are more friendly than you thought. I luckily got many lovely smiles for return by taking pictures for people. Since my camera couldn’t work, what I can do is put myself into the moment, try hard to see, to enjoy and remember the astonishing scenery and those little feelings I have.
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