Perhaps my head will explode.

Last night we cooked dinner in a kitchen whose walls had to be scraped clean of paint chips before it was suitable to use. We stayed awake too late, smoked multiple cigarettes, and I relied on candles to provide light for my letter-writing.…

The Gods, it seems, have favoured us.

The Gods, it seems, have favoured us. With the weather at least. Just when you thought we might be suffering a mild form of collective cabin fever, the clouds lifted and it became altogether more clement. We are dancing in the streets once more.…

The last of the fish stew

We were going to move out of our damp concrete home on the windy side of the island to a cliff top two up two down balcony paradise when the man came in the dark rain and told us that his boss wants to quadruple the price. Maria sighed. Surprisingly…

First report

Weather report: cold! It got up to 60° F today; frankly we were hoping for a little more. But now the wind's come back and we are shut up in our little rented room with cold walls, cold floors and a very, very cold bathroom. However, Maria…