Sicily and Santorini

So now its London. Job hunting, setting up bank account for non existent savings and salary, registering with agencies, daily interviews, same old thing with the CV blah blah blah. Trying to find the fine line between selling myself as "can do career woman" and coming across as arrogant stuffed shirt blue stocking type.

It's been a week and still no job. This isn't what I heard about the temping scene in London. It is supposed to be easy. Might take Liz's advice a pull a few beers at the local for a bit of pocket money. Its not all bad, there are a few nibbles. One job in Rome for three months (dream job), another in Milan (second dream job) another in Ipswich (UK) (not so dreamy but money) another in London (spread sheeting for a sandwich shop)...Its a waiting game and waiting is something I'm not good at. Hurry up next week.

Sicily. I loved Sicily. Didn't meet any gangsters, just the daily quota of dirty old men who really do seem to believe that they are irresistible. Speaking of irresistible who has tried Sicilian granita or marzipan? I tried both daily. Yum. My days went like this.

1.Leisurely Breakfast
2.Walk to town for cappuccinno
3.Chairlift to beach. Toarmina spectacularly located on a hill overlooking the sea and Mt Etna (which was putting on a puff smokey show)is reached by winding scarey taxi ride or chairlift.
4.Loaf on Beach until lunchtime
5.Pizza and Granita
6.Snooze on Beach until snacktime
7.Granita and Cappuccinno
8.Repose on Beach until sunset
9.Campari and Soda and dinner
10.Evening stroll followed by bed rest.

Then I went to Greece. See above but substitute points 1,2,5,7,9 with Greek Salad, Tzatziki, Dolmades and Ouzo and point 3 with Overcrowded bus with screaming ticket collector and loads of dirty sunburnt tourists in bikinis (like me).
Santorini is blue. Blue everywhere. Climbed a volcano, caught a donkey taxi and marvelled at the misty beauty of the Aegean Sea especially at sunset when you can't make out where the sky meets the sea and the colours leave you gobsmacked. Yellow blob, surrounded by red, then a ring of purple graduating to blue add a bit of yellow for a greeny patch and then whatever takes your fancy. Add a boat sailing into the sunset. Cliched I know, but that's how it is. True dinks.

Apparently Greek plumbing can't handle toilet paper. So I am pleased to be in the UK and able once again to flush rather than place in bin without looking.


Ciao for now

La Polly in Vacanza (not for long I hope)