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Birthday birthday birthday!
Jul. 2nd, 2011 07:15 pmHappy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday dear Jiiiiiiiiiin,
Happy birthday to me!
I'm twenty-three. I'm so OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD. (Children are sympathetic to this plaint. Older persons groan.)
Our hostess's brother-in-law drove us down to the seashore and we rode their little boat, an inflatable dinghy with an outboard motor - this is the sort of boat where you really feel the sea.
Fortunately the sea was flat almost as glass, so we focused on the cave-pocked shore. (The brother-in-law pointed at one halfway up the cliff and cried, "There has to be gold there!" He's been trying to get his hostess to buy him a metal detector for years. He's convinced, and this is apparently a common belief, that Turkey is riddled with treasure buried by three thousand years of soldiers, who survived their mortal wounds just long enough to stash their loot.)
We found no gold, but we passed sea arches, a natural staircase to nowhere, and tall craggy rocks riven from tip to toe - all covered in gulls and long-necked black birds, like cormorants. We didn't see any, but sometimes translucent white jellyfish balloon up beside the boat in droves.
But to make up for the lack of jellyfish, we found a tall cracked rock that seemed to have a wall within - as if someone built their castle into the cliff, protection from marauders. Around the corner, past the cormorants, we found another sea arch - this one wide enough for a boat.
So, of course, we sailed through.
Tomorrow I'm going to Italy. (This is the Trip of Bankruptcy and Doom.) I may be spotty on here for a while, as I don't know what my internet access will be like there.
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday dear Jiiiiiiiiiin,
Happy birthday to me!
I'm twenty-three. I'm so OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD. (Children are sympathetic to this plaint. Older persons groan.)
Our hostess's brother-in-law drove us down to the seashore and we rode their little boat, an inflatable dinghy with an outboard motor - this is the sort of boat where you really feel the sea.
Fortunately the sea was flat almost as glass, so we focused on the cave-pocked shore. (The brother-in-law pointed at one halfway up the cliff and cried, "There has to be gold there!" He's been trying to get his hostess to buy him a metal detector for years. He's convinced, and this is apparently a common belief, that Turkey is riddled with treasure buried by three thousand years of soldiers, who survived their mortal wounds just long enough to stash their loot.)
We found no gold, but we passed sea arches, a natural staircase to nowhere, and tall craggy rocks riven from tip to toe - all covered in gulls and long-necked black birds, like cormorants. We didn't see any, but sometimes translucent white jellyfish balloon up beside the boat in droves.
But to make up for the lack of jellyfish, we found a tall cracked rock that seemed to have a wall within - as if someone built their castle into the cliff, protection from marauders. Around the corner, past the cormorants, we found another sea arch - this one wide enough for a boat.
So, of course, we sailed through.
Tomorrow I'm going to Italy. (This is the Trip of Bankruptcy and Doom.) I may be spotty on here for a while, as I don't know what my internet access will be like there.
