Nostalgic

Sitting on the couch today, pleased with myself (and Anat) for getting me out of bed at a reasonable hour and grocery shopping early in the day - first time in nearly three weeks! Early afternoon and all I have left to do is some studying, watch the Oscars (don't think I've ever missed one; it's required watching since Dad was nominated in 1974), log patient encounters into the computer, correct the wedding website text, add some photos, choose my electives for April (more surgery, anyone?), and do the laundry. An awesome afternoon, truly.



(Photos courtesy of the Purl Bee and Purl Soho.)

So I decide to work on the scarf I'm knitting for Tom out of this insanely gorgeous Koigu yarn, and 311's "Amber" comes on the radio. Suddenly I'm back in 2002, in a car at night climbing up the mountains of Tortola, wondering if I should have stayed for the Full Moon Party at Bomba's Surfside Shack. (Probably a good idea, that website is out there.) It's not the best song of all time, but maybe one of my best moments, the atmosphere and the music so perfectly combined.

The truth is, the honeymoon is the best part of the wedding. We won't be having one, at least not for awhile, but my new fantasy is Greece as a combined honeymoon/post-graduation (both of us!)/30th birthday party (I am soooooo old). Tom and I often have a hard time agreeing on where we should go - he prefers "culture" and I, having grown up in NYC, prefer beaches. Greece, my dears, has both. I was blessed that the Blog Sidekick's family allowed me to work on one of their boats when I was 16, sailing from Italy to Malta to Turkey to Greece. After that ice cream in the Amalfi Coast and the afternoon spent swimming in Rhodes and eating swordfish on the beach, I vowed I'd be back one day. Indeed, upon my return from that trip I read Andre Gide's The Immoralist and vowed I would one day recreate the honeymoon trip the protaganist undertakes (minus the tuberculosis, of course). What heaven for the die-hard classics nerd I was in high school! (And yes, dear Blog Sidekick, our Latin teacher in high school wore a bowtie every day. Don't you just love the Exeter boys?)