I haven’t eaten in my own flat for ages. Today is gonna be the day, unless something extreme happens. An exciting phonecall for example. But i am not expecting one.
This is the place i have been spending a lot of time in lately, the SANTA MARINA SPA. Why is it a SPA? Because we eat, relax, get a massage and look at the marvelous view WHILE LYING ON THE BALCONY BED. Everyone should have a balcony bed, if you ask me. Everyone should also have friends who cook, dance, give a massage and own a balcony bed.
Guru Andoniko was a guru before the place became a SPA – in fact it became a spa 2 weeks ago, when i called it so. He was a guru with only one disciple, and he only became a guru because this disciple wanted him to. Therefore, the disciple makes a Greek salad everyday, and if the guru does not throw the plate away, he becomes very happy.
Last night we had a very last, very small party at the balcony. Augustina made the salad. The lady of the house fried perfect calamari. Maria danced like an angel, some people lay on the balcony bed smoking, and everyone was sooo relaxed.
i hope that someone i know gets the Marina Spa, so that i can keep visiting. Fat change.
The guru is going away for good, and the perfect balcony will not be available any more.
(the good news: i am getting the balcony bed!)