My Big Fat Greek Vacation

Before we left on holiday, David bought a scale to weigh our bags so we didn't exceed the weight limit. I bravely weighed myself and was horrified to learn I weigh 150 pounds. I knew I'd put on weight during my year of studying. I'm a morning person--I want to read and write in the mornings. I also want to work out in the mornings--not in the afternoons. So I chose studying over exercise during the past year and have the extra baggage to prove it. I weighed 133 before I was in a serious car crash in 2008, so you can see why this is upsetting news. I probably weighed closer to 140 when I moved to Northern Ireland.

All of this is by way of explaining why I'm not in any of the photos from my trip. I'm determined to get back below 140 and forget about this interlude. At the same time I realise I may not have the same ability to get in shape that I once had, so I may have to reconcile myself to being chubbier. I guess the secret to ageing gracefully includes letting go of self-images that no longer apply--like a face that doesn't have deep wrinkles, legs that are dependably strong, eyes that adjust to different conditions, and so on.

Speaking of ageing, today was a down day for me. David wants to go somewhere every day, while I thought sitting still at some point would be nice. Not that I sat still... I went shopping in Rethymnon, finding Christmas presents for my mother and my nieces. I also got postcards and stamps and sat outside to write and address them.

When David got back from his travels, he encouraged me to explore the fort above the hotel. Here's the view from the fort looking east to Rethymnon.

Here's the view looking west:

The mosque:

I am not big on modern art because I can't make much sense of it. But I do enjoy the juxtaposition of modern art in ancient settings. This is inside the mosque:

It's a pink tulle skirt flowing from an orange velvet t-shirt. It's some kind of statement on femininity. That's all I remember.
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