Quiet.... and realisations

Peaceful, quiet days, high in the mountain. Life is not as complicated here as in the city. Wake up in the morning, have a coffee and breakfast. Feed the animals, the horses, the rabbits, the goats, the deers, the chickens, the dogs, the cats. Then make lunch for the people. Food and love. For all the living souls of the farm....

I realised today that the owner of the farm has the same name as my cousin, who escorted me to England for the first time. Their name means ressurection. The four year period that followed my first visit to england, was a year full of travelling. During those university years I travelled to France, Italy and Holland plus of course the back and forth travels from Greece to the UK and back.

Maybe another such period is starting. If I compare the two people they have nothing in common except the name...This time the authority figure is much older than me and is giving me food for thought and action.

Can I really live like this for the next few years or the rest of my life? I would love to live like this. Around Greece, around Europe, around the Globe! What a dream... If I think about it there's nothing to lose. There's only experience to be gained and people to meet. I really can't wait...