If you can’t find sex under a blue sky, you can’t find it anywhere.
sunshine good times
high clear deep bluest sky
new friends open conversations
food wine music party suntanned girls
strolling sightseeing swimming sunbathing
dancing talking kissing friends romance love sex
late summer Mediterranean vacation’s fond memories
seem mostly of fleeting romance, transient love, casual sex
not that casual sex on vacation is to be approved of
If you’re weary of Mediterranean sunshine, you’re weary of life.
Heading home to England from Crete today. Looks like that’s the last of my Mediterranean vacations for this year. I think I’m having far too much time at home in the garret, and not enough time travelling, enjoying sunshine and good weather, exploring interesting new places, and generally relaxing.
In the rest of this year I only have one more trip organised, (mostly organised). In November ‘the girl riding shotgun’ and I are going to New Mexico, principally to attend a 4 day retreat lead by Gregg Braden and Dr. Bruce Lipton. I am adding a couple of days in Albuquerque to that trip, and I will by flying in and out of Orange County in SoCal from the UK. So maybe a couple of weeks vacationing in all.
I would take a cruise over the Christmas Holidays – if I could find a cool travelling companion to go with me….. Although I don’t object to being a solitary traveller, I really do think you need to be with someone, if you’re taking a cruise – maybe especially over the festive season.
So, I need to re-prioritise my life; spend more time being in the sun on vacation, spend more time planning and arranging vacations, put more effort into finding that ideal travelling companion, and spend much, much less time being miserable in the garret during the cold, dull, miserable English Autumn and winter. And, I need to continue my worthy studies into philosophy, psychology, and the Meaning of Life – especially when I am on vacation.
Some say that life can’t be all about having fun, that we have to suffer in order to fully enjoy the ‘beer and skittles’. And, that into each life a little rain must fall. All I know is that I’ve suffered my fair share of
fucking damn downpours.
It’s time to reshuffle the deck and deal myself another sunshine Mediterranean vacation.
Sunshine and a great pool, what more could a guy want other than a pretty woman?
Time is probably infinite. Your Time and my Time is very finite.
Time goes by, after all that’s the basic job of Time. What Time does best is pass. And, the ordinary scientist, working in an ordinary universe, will tell you that time passes at a constant rate. To all practical intents and purposes that’s true – except for when it’s not.
For a start, perfectly respectable physicists can prove that Time passes at different rates depending on things like how fast you are travelling, and how much gravity is affecting you. As it goes, that’s only interesting to people who fly a lot and astronauts.
What’s more interesting to everyone is how fast time seems to pass in different situations, with different people, in different places, when we are doing different things. For example, in airport departure lounges Time crawls by like a wounded fly – unless you are late for your flight, and then Time just blasts past.
If you are with the one you love, and she / he loves you too, then each moment lasts a delicious eternity, but eternity lasts just a heartbeat. Conversely, if you are in an abusive / dysfunctional / one-sided relationship, then the minutes last forever. Trust me, I’ve been there more than once.
When you are having a brilliant vacation, (as I am on Crete right now), then the days pass in a blur, and all to soon it’s over. Then Time brings you back down to Earth with a bump when you’re in an airport departure lounge again.
As we get older, we come to realise that our personal lifetime is short, finite, and will end probably sooner than we would like. That’s Time’s final cruel joke.
Some say that we have commitments and responsibilities…… that we should spend our Time doing what’s expected of us, to the best of our abilities. And, that sometimes Time drags through boredom, ennui, and lassitude. All I know is that the rest of my time on this Earth is going to be filled with adventure, fun, love, sex, and really wild things.
Time for me to leave my comfort zone behind forever
The Mediterranean breathes a new life into the world.
the sun, a beach, the sea, a jug of wine, and thee…..
There are no moralities nor rules to be found in arson.
This is a live version of the song ~ not the single release. I like the raw energy, and the pictures. (The lyrics are cool too.)
You know what? If you can’t handle me at my very worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my very best. You have lit the spark in my bonfire heart, and I don’t want to get burned again.
Please listen responsibly. And, never, ever play with fire.
“I don’t know who invented high heels, but all women owe him a lot…..”
“give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world…..”
Chania is an historic Venetian City
There are no modern beachfront resort hotels here. The hotel I am staying in has only a dozen rooms, and for this kind of singles vacation, (where the group dynamic is important), small is indeed beautiful.
But there is a park and beach right at the bottom of our street.
The park sits between our street and the beach.
At this time of year the Mediterranean is calm and warm.
I will show you a lot more cool pictures when I get back to the garret and I can connect my camera to the computer.
This beach is popular with overseas holidaymakers and locals alike.
Sex without real love is as pointless as love without great sex.
the lady adores,
his cool advances,
he takes every chance,
she loves a sexual dance,
she entrances with a glance,
amorous excitement, romance,
is this true friendship, love or sex?
real dominatrix or submissive enough?
does she like very hard, passionate, rough?
or a slow sensual romantic gentle caring love?
or maybe she likes meaningless casual animal sex
Sometimes you can only know something at night.
Crete is 2 hours ahead of UK time, ergo my circadian rhythm is a little off this morning. So some pictures of my hotel at night-time.
My hotel room is more like a small apartment
I could live here.
Crete is a Chic Mediterranean Island.
I fly out to Crete today.
Some say the island is the 5th best destination in the world. And that only Paris, Rome, London, and Bali are cooler places to visit. All I know is that I’ve been to Paris, Rome, and London, (a lot), and I wouldn’t choose to vacation in any of them.
Chania, where I’m going, is the best part of Crete to visit, if you like atmosphere, bars, history, stores, and places to eat. The views are a bonus.
Never try to impress a woman ~ she’s seen and heard it all before.
What’s likely to impress a woman, and what isn’t?
Outside of a new love’s first bliss, I don’t know any really cool woman who isn’t going to think this line is totally sick making; The darkest hour of my day is the hour in which I don’t get to see you. ~ Amit Kalantri. It’s a cute line, but to me it’s not cool, and not impressive.
Actually, that may not be quite true, it’s all about the mood, the moment, the time, the place, and the delivery. But, in my experience, a line like that is just trying too hard.
In general terms, the harder a guy tries to impress a cool, mature, together woman, the less impressed she is likely to be. The thing is, boys have been trying to impress her ever since they first noticed that she was a girl ~ so you’ve got twenty years of her cynicism to overcome.
Unless you’re Steve McQueen forget about impressing her, and just be true to yourself. If that’s not enough then politely say goodbye ~ some say there’s always a nicer, prettier, sexier girl just around the corner. Me I’m not always so certain.
Next to Snoopy, who was ever cooler?