Still in Transit, but a Bit Less Transit!

After a lovely (read: humid, sticky, and unsatisfying) visit to a Mediterranean beach today – more on that later – we made the move from the hotel, finally! Not to our beautiful downtown apartment, but to an equally beautiful house way out in the suburbs, owned by some friends, which we will be staying in for the next two and a half weeks while they are in England. There are three children in their family, and therefore three bedrooms; I am in the only upstairs room, which belongs to their middle daughter, Sophie.

All in all, it could certainly be worse. Yes, her room is papered with fashion and celebrity photos, and yes, she does have High School Musical on her video shelf, and yes, I could do without the Kelly Clarkson obsession and the horse show ribbons, but there are a couple of shelves of excellent books and a movie I really like in with the videos, the view is gorgeous, one of the celebrity pictures is Marilyn Monroe, and, best of all, I have my own room. I love my siblings, really, but sharing a hotel room with both of them for five nights was a bit much.

So, the Mediterranean – first, it’s warm. Not bathwater warm, but warmer than my experience with the Canadian Atlantic and Pacific Oceans let me to expect. The beach was really nice, too – long, wide, flat, and covered in fine sand – and I found a nice shell, but we really could have picked a better day. It was quite warm, but windy, and wind over the ocean tends to be chilly. It was also very humid and sticky, which meant, combined with the wind, that the powdery sand got everywhere.

I did finish my book, however, which is excellent. The Gargoyle, by Andrew Davidson. Read it.