Hey, sorry, I must have missed something back there, because I don't seem to recall telling you I'd be free from [dear god, he has to check the email again--] August 17 to August 31? That's a full two weeks if I'm reading this right??
I never said I wouldn't be coming. I may or may not be a mite offended that you imagined my unwillingness to accompany you halfway round the world to the beaches of Corfu. As if I'd turn down the opportunity of a lifetime. I've never been there, after all.
I'd like to hear more about these quiet beaches of yours while I see to packing my luggage.
You may bring what you would like, although my intent was to give you everything.
During Corfu's summers, the ocean is at rest. It would be most desirable to visit again in the winter, when the waves are more dynamic. The sea in winter will force a man to labor. Not so, upon our visit. Just warm while it lazes across the sand.
I'm going to be bringing home more souvenirs than I can count...
[Everything. That's a dangerous word, and Zenos seems unaware of that fact.]
Let it be known I'm not adverse to visiting in wintertime. For all the things you want to see with me, I have just as many I want to see with you. For now we'll have to settle for warm and indolent waters, and we'll have to focus our efforts elsewhere when the time comes. I imagine there are all sorts of trails and terrain we could get ourselves lost in. Coves and caverns you would have me espy. Treacherous things to climb around on. Deeper lagoons to dive into.
I could make good on my promise to teach you how to fish.
You could will even warm, indolent waters away from stagnation. You could will them to life.
Make good on it, Cain. Teach me. And look forward to the coming winter. Look beyond your familiar horizon, and tell me where in the world you wish to go.
The Waitomo Glowworm Caves in New Zealand. They're absolutely disgusting, and I absolutely must see them in person. The eerie little things rather look like stars in the sky.
But if you were to ask me tomorrow, I'd likely offer a different answer.
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I'd like to hear more about these quiet beaches of yours while I see to packing my luggage.
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During Corfu's summers, the ocean is at rest. It would be most desirable to visit again in the winter, when the waves are more dynamic. The sea in winter will force a man to labor. Not so, upon our visit. Just warm while it lazes across the sand.
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I'm going to be bringing home more souvenirs than I can count...
[Everything. That's a dangerous word, and Zenos seems unaware of that fact.]
Let it be known I'm not adverse to visiting in wintertime. For all the things you want to see with me, I have just as many I want to see with you. For now we'll have to settle for warm and indolent waters, and we'll have to focus our efforts elsewhere when the time comes. I imagine there are all sorts of trails and terrain we could get ourselves lost in. Coves and caverns you would have me espy. Treacherous things to climb around on. Deeper lagoons to dive into.
I could make good on my promise to teach you how to fish.
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Make good on it, Cain. Teach me. And look forward to the coming winter. Look beyond your familiar horizon, and tell me where in the world you wish to go.
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The Waitomo Glowworm Caves in New Zealand. They're absolutely disgusting, and I absolutely must see them in person. The eerie little things rather look like stars in the sky.
But if you were to ask me tomorrow, I'd likely offer a different answer.
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Steady now, Cain Hitlein.]
If only there were more than twenty-four hours in the day! There's so much out there for us to see, and so little time to see it in.