A new country, approaching. Arrival by ferry in a place I know nothing about. Clear water, rocky shores. Beach towel on smooth pebbles. Sunshine. Reading. Leisurely mornings spent with coffee in the square. Writing. Catching up on emails. Fried sardines, olive oil and soft bread. An afternoon beer. Becoming a regular at my coffee spot after two days. The best sunsets in recent memory. Swimming in perfect water. Drying off in the sun. More reading. More swimming. Slow walks around town. Bizarre street performers. Mosiacs on the beautiful old church. Alone but not lonely. The shimmer on the horizon of adventures to come. How did I arrive in this place so full of hope?