Hi Medi, Im back and logged in especially to read your report bc I didnt have time earlier.
I can sense your axieties looming in your writing. Its changed pace and rather than flowing with joy, its now a bit staggered, punctuated with tension, but it still makes an interesting and candid tale.
Your money worries reminded me of myself years ago. I would travel on a shoestring but with youth and ignorance on my side I was happy go lucky and never worried. I slept on a sand flea ridden beach in Ibiza, picked grapes in Italy and once hitchiked my way back to London from Paris bc I spent my train fare home on a pair of shoes. (All of which if my teenager attempted to do, I would have a pink fit over and I wasnt that much older than she is now). The first time I came to Greece with my bff we would always read the menu to see what we could afford, which was usually a Greek Salad and a stuffed tomatoe or 2. No wonder we were so bloody skinny in those days.
Now, my husband, forever the pragmatist just cannot see the point of budget travel. He would rather not see the world at all than see it on a shoe string. For him it would not be a holiday if couldnt afford to do things at whim. As I get a bit long in the tooth I have come round to his way of thinking. Maybe something for you to think about for another trip. Try to find a balance between the 2 enabling you to do it more comfortably. Avoid putting yourself in the position of stress, especially if you are more sensitive to anxiety.
I am reassured to know that this was not a permanent state of mind, and it all makes for a fascinating fly on the wall read which I really admire you for. Crack on Medi...Im here supporting you! x
and was the feet picture for my benefit? they are getting colour x