2001-06-19 :: 9:29 a.m.
She said "You don't get to know the itinerary." But. It involves a week and a half of sailing around the Cyclades in Greece. She said, "We got the yacht! We're ready!"
I'm feeling a tingling in my bones. It's going to be four girls on a mini-cruise. The bare essentials and maybe, perhaps, if the mood strikes, a disposable camera. Other than that, the only real evidence I will have of ever being a sailor girl is my journal, handwritten.
Elena said she'd teach me how to sail. I hope I don't inadvertently bring us into Turkey.
One yacht. Sleeps six. Four girls. Ten days. Five islands. Docking only to eat and explore and go out at night.
I don't know where we'll be showering, if at all. I'm going to be roughing it. Living on the ocean. Bad ass!
Oh my God, seafood! I haven't been this excited since ... okay, I haven't been this excited!
Will you miss me?
I wonder what I'll be like when I come back.