Of Wind and Waffles

Sea Otter Jones, here, coming at you from Agios Romanos, Tinos, Greece.

You may know me as Cameron, but my Jubilee code name is Sea Otter, so let’s go with that.

We are on Tinos, home of the following things:

1. Creamsicle the cat - whom each of us have decided to adopt at one point or another.

2. Many, many piled stone walls, broken up by piled stone goat shelters, broken up by dovecotes, broken up by doves.

3. Joseph the herb-selling witch of Volax

4. Livada Bay, where red rocks meet black rocks and all of it is pock-marked by the wind

5. A tiny chapel filled with skulls, the important ones labeled and in boxes. The unimportant ones guard the important ones.

When you travel with the O’Donnell-Thebus-Jones crew, be prepared for:

Jessica to enable your tchotchsky purchases,

Willa Marie to be glad you are not vegan for sharing purposes and not glad if you steal her shower-dibs*, *Note: it was not I who stole her shower dibs.

and...

David to out-exercise you before you've even gotten out of bed (actual text sent yesterday morning at 8:25AM as I was waking up: “Summit! Crazy wind. This must be Telosis’ new home! Wowza. Headed down. Going slowish. Taking my time.”)

The Aegean lets you float like Poseidon himself is holding you in his hand, the WiFi is non-existent, the wind is strong and often smells of waffles and maple syrup.

We have no agenda other than to make our ferry on time on Saturday morning. Life is good.

- Cameron