Brindisi, Italy. Farthest southern tip
Port call, ship launch, introductions with Duke University southern gent
Long ship ride, overnight; to Corfu, Greece
4 people, 1 bottle of Jim Beam whiskey between
Rendezvous, ‘nice to meet you’
Where will you stay?
Corfu, Greece 3 nights, 4 days
Pink castle, white roofs, white beaches, known as the ‘party place’
Met my hard-body roomie, first real intro into some healthy life on the eve of another drunken night. Peel back aluminum cans of tuna, with mustard
Peanut butter off the spoon
Traveling on the cheap, hostel stay, shared room
Next day: face down, sandy towel, cabana lounge
Look up, Surprise! It’s him -the one from the ship
‘Came to this island, since i knew i’d find you here.’
So 1 night fling, now a 3 day thing
Tanning, toga parties, alcohol, smashed plaster plates
Night time, moonlight, long stroll on the beach
Beach blankets laid.
We lay down, star gaze
My Lucky Strikes, his Marlboro Lights
Long talk till we fall asleep
Sun rise, weathered skin, dry mouth
Wind blows cold breeze on my feet
I can not sleep with cold feet
Bleary wake, “Oh my god, we slept on the beach!”
“This will tell a good story one day.”
Damn, our cigarettes have been stolen
Of course. Well at least that’s all.
“Where is your wallet?”
Reality verses the romantic story
At least it didn’t cost this.
Just the packs of smokes, back to our own rooms we go
Exchange emails and goodbyes
What a damn good time
I still had places to go.
We connected month’s later, in his North Carolina home
1 night became 3 nights became an 8 month affair
Long-distance, logistics, school. It ended there.