it's good to get away...

...sometimes.  Last October, my nephew asked me if  I would come to his wedding in May.  'Love to', I told him and when he told me it was in Greece - well, a week away in Greece seemed like a pretty good idea.

Greece is a place I had never before been to - or aspired to go to.  Maybe my sub-conscious was associating it with grease - but hey, a week of sunshine interrupted by a wedding mid-way was definitely worth shooting for. 

Last October, I had a life/work balance as good as I had ever achieved and most weeks, I had enough to get by - and some.  Fast forward to May and the picture was totally different.  The knock on effects of our global recession had resulted in me working longer hours for slightly more than half what I had been earning previous year - and NO, I'm not a banker, financial consultant or real estate agent.  The stress - and I try not to do stress - of all this also had me working less effectively and so, on a downward spiral, the trip had become just another hassle - that bloody wedding.

Stuff like realizing my passport was due for renewal - another 85 euro, the dog needed a vet visit - write your own cheque please, not to mention a present for the lovely couple.  Arrrghr!

I'm back from the beautiful island of Zakynthos and - while still struggling - have the energy to keep climbing the hill.  The dog's well and the passport is good for 10 years and, when I figure the technology, I'll put up some holiday snaps and hope not to bore you.