For the past couple days I have been popping Vitamin C tablets like they are candy. They are chewable, so they taste nothing like candy and are actually pretty gross. I have been trying to ignore the congestion in my chest, sore throat, cough, and slight fever. Today was pretty bad. I only got out of bed because breakfast is served from 9-10. I ate breakfast feeling dizzy and it wasn’t just because they were all talking in Italian.
Sick traveling is no fun! It is quite possibly the most uncomfortable experience not to be in ones own bed while sick. Bonus points for going to a pharmacy and playing charades trying to get them to understand what hurts. When I went to the pharmacy before it was a lot easier to explain because of the giant gash on my arm. Explaining how my lungs hurt, is an entirely different story.
I came back to my room and it took me another hour or so to work up energy to go out. I meandered around town taking many many breaks, sitting in various spots around town. The bonus to taking breaks is I was able to do 12 sketches. I walked to Old Town. Old Town is inside an old castle. Beautiful.
While sketching these beautiful arches a man came up and complemented me on it. He asked what I do. I told him, “Είμαι φοιτητής αρχιτεκτονικής”(I’m an architecture student). He then opened this envelope and showed me pictures of a painting done in 1913. It was of the Old Town, as it was. He was describing things in the painting, and I would flip back through my sketchbook pointing at the same buildings I drew that day. It was really cool. There was also part of the castle that reflected on the water, it reminded me of the Boutzi Fortress in Nafplio. I told him and he was impressed I had been to Nafplio. I also showed him the sketch of the Boutzi Fortress, and how it looked similar to the other fortress.
I made my way back to the hotel for nap time. But, because I am under the weather, I didn’t quite leave. I left once to go get OJ. But the rest, I was falling in and out of sleep. I was able to catch up on a couple blog posts, and edit photos.
I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.